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A General's TearsA Poem by Rick rGeneral Lee and Traveller on the road home from Gettysburg. |
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Color of InkA Poem by Rick rMy ink may run as black as coal,as dark as a dark night of the soul. Or flow red hued like the morning sky;as red as love,or red man's bloodon hard-ba.. |
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Blue Porch SwingA Poem by Rick rA fading shade; built with care once bright, now reminiscent of coming winter. Time-bent frame; piney dreams of summer days, gone now splinter.. |
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I never meant for it to rainA Poem by Rick rThe day was good,the sun shining, a breeze winding around the pines.Two mockingbirds were playing guess me.Cumuli loitered above ground shadowswith .. |
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Heart of the KettleA Poem by Rick rFor me, it's not courageor a lack of itthat keeps me hanging'round. When I boil itdown, it's love in the bottomof the kettle that keeps mebreathing. I.. |
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IntoxicatingA Poem by Rick rShort one. |
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