W. Barrett Munn
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I Am the ProletariatA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Karl Marx (involuntary shudder), the enemy of all mankind, an equal to the devil or so we all learned in school. .. |
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Mud Puddles Don't Stay MuddyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Mud puddles don't stay muddy long or as puddles. They dry up, blow away. Few puddles ever gather to sing songs. .. |
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Initial Trip to a Two-Holer OuthouseA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I never considered the skill and ingenuity required to cut two perfectly round matching holes using three separate pieces of.. |
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(A-47) Why Write PoemsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Why write poems when the writer is the only reader there will ever be? Why take a next breath when the last breath use.. |
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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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