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…
Let the air be taken from me;
Let no water touch my tongue.
Though my…
Fifteen ‘til seven now
(That’s by my watch which nowadays
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