![]() JanuaryA Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald![]() A look to the start of your year.![]() Janus our God you open the doorway, Release the old and sweep the floor, Bristles cling to mistakes and wisp, Above a coil of wind lands to moor. Saxons names you wolf month once, For reasons of guarding the field, Teeth bared and telling to stop quick, Release a guide to help one yield. Cottage pinks grow free from garnets, Colours flood the mind and make free, Soft touching and truths roam endless, Ah the tramp now left on decree. Plough Sunday nestles deep in your breast, Burns night has lasting first members, Martin Luther King Jr. celebrated in states, Republic Day also has rose from the embers. © 2014 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Thomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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