W. Barrett Munn
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My Dad Tried to Recapture His ChildhoodA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My dad tried to recapture his childhood; set a trap, caught us instead. Mother, brother, and me stuck on ten acres .. |
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Sad Facts of LifeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** If anyone has an abacus app and knows how to use it I could use some help. My heart has been broken more times.. |
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Well Before Harvest TimeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Forgiveness is the loam we plow before the seeds are planted. How else is understanding grown when that crop has f.. |
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BrandedA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The red dirt and red dust of Oklahoma don't match the color of my skin. My kin and kith are Scottish. Red makes me.. |
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Empty Kennel in PAA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It's odd to find the jail empty this late in the year. Beds neat and tidy, not a sound to be heard. No one needs fed. A.. |
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New YearA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** When I hear the word new I remember scents inside new cars, peeling cellophane from brand new cell phones,the glossy sheen.. |
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Marriage RingsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Matching Navajo marriage rings blue-eyed and silver haired elder salesman assisting our choice. The Indian .. |
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Perfection BeckonsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A quest for perfection crack of the driver striking Titleist. The sensation of power transferred; an explosion .. |
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Thoughts During the Commercial BreakA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** A Night to Remember is on TV. Titanic is sinking one more time. I prefer this black and white world of simp.. |
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Who Do You See When You Close Your Eyes?A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** One of those who drink potatoes straight up in shots. A shadow you thought you saw holding to the edge of a dream. .. |
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