Budd Black
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MosaicsA Poem by Budd BlackMosaics of red, orange, and gold Scattered all across the road Falling from the sky with grace Softly landing in their resting place Crunching un.. |
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SpringA Poem by Budd BlackSpring The leaves in full bloom Flowers peaking at the Sun A lawn mower starts |
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Cold heartA Poem by Budd BlackThe heat is out A chill fills the air I just want to shout But instead say, "I don't care!" I live with the cold But remember and .. |
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WordsA Poem by Budd BlackThe word starts in jest and then bores its way into a deeper form The metamorphosis is complete the moment that the word unwinds its way From your l.. |
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In AnticipationA Poem by Budd BlackThe anticipation is worse than the strike The bracing for the pain Time slows as you wonder how much longer it will take Once the strike lands th.. |
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