The Analog Kid
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The EdgeA Poem by The Analog KidDreams play tricks on you. I took a derivative of a line from a Counting Crows song to spawn the first stanza. |
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Night HungerA Poem by The Analog Kid"Strange how the night moves" |
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AnytimeA Poem by The Analog KidMy first free-form poem from a few years back. Three years since this asteroid grazed my surface:) |
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The WriterA Poem by The Analog KidAn observation on the reason non-creative writers find us sometimes crazy! |
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The Devil's in the DreamingA Poem by The Analog KidTapped into some lyrics and weaved them into a poem. |
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Last SundayA Poem by The Analog KidA friend and I reconnected with some old friends that were on leave from the Marines. |
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The CabinA Poem by The Analog KidMy Grandfather's family has owned a cabin for many years in Pike County, PA |
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