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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Fifteen ‘til seven now
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Accept the wind —
Insanity would fight it now.
It is no angel to be…
Trellised clouds upwards towards
earth’s moon
Set within a night-dome
of…
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