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Lorah, go see your Dad,
by now wishing him dead!
One pile of mad l trashed,
He's your ill- Dad!
Not my husband, for
you carry his blood;
Let him rot ..
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Glad l can post, not that l am
better, but of courage
to withstand criticism.
Not that l was ever
in need of poetry Judy,
but floating on the p..
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...like two coastal ships,
passing each other in the night,
Life has to move on, for
tomorrow is another day.
They know what its like,
to cement a un..
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Like a seam that slid
near the seal of the world,
paling and yellowing
tomorrow's raylings.
Eying the West, seeming
likea drop of burning
gold signal..
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Ah! They said it to my Pinna
one is beateous like
a darling dawn,
I vie them out one by one
on top of that am a Pastor,
l mean, a Pastor's son!
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Up to me to let you know!
Unto you will put it
Of utterances,
Nestled under my toungue
Nothing short of the lines:
"Its o'er, yes its o'er!"
Of..
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I won't doubt fate
in keeping present
ill for future good!
Churning out similes,
across Isles,
much of miles;
Along came he,
for my emotions
to evoke..
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In its unruly abode,
it cried of alien voices
unheard by earthlings
One awaited by
destiny in blood
One that hugged
'gloom' in its form,
size and degr..
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Masked icons crawl by,
To decipher we're fooled of!
Of rivers, of forests, of strangers:
Seers discern, "Marine spirits"
Psychics prod, "Spiritual wiv..
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O' no, Stop crying Mi'
'nto that skin put little cream',
Earthly life is one we all have!
To innocent souls throwing pricks;
'n tears drowning the..
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