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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I’ve heard of those on milk and honey fed
But when I set about to…
Fifteen ‘til seven now
(That’s by my watch which nowadays
Phoebe,
Gentle handmaid
Of us all,
Who assisted Paul
And others
Of the early church,
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