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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I spent the night — I could not get to sleep —
In counting out…
Fifteen ‘til seven now
(That’s by my watch which nowadays
Oh endless pattern in the trees.
You weave a world for me
Of endless beauty,…
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