A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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For twenty million years or more
This planet fed the Dinosaur.
It makes you sit…
A slow befuddled winter fly
With 747 abandon
Has trundled from my window sill
And…
You are the maker of maps,
Straight edge and compass in hand.
I am horizons…
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