A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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For twenty million years or more
This planet fed the Dinosaur.
It makes you sit…
Around our March balcony tonight Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
I’ve heard of those on milk and honey fed
But when I set about to…
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