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…
“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said
Blind with seeking, all but garroted
By…
For all we love to know
He gives us signs
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