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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Around our March balcony tonight Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
The bait of his goodness brought sinners in shoals,
He guided men gently to hope…
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