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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A slow befuddled winter fly
With 747 abandon
Has trundled from my window sill
And…
“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said
Blind with seeking, all but garroted
By…
“Blessed are the eyes which see the things that you see: for I tell you,…
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