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 workman asked at a village door,
“Have you a bed, a chair,
A fallen…
For twenty million years or more
This planet fed the Dinosaur.
It makes you sit…
I’ve heard of those on milk and honey fed
But when I set about to…
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