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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Let the air be taken from me;
Let no water touch my tongue.
Though my…
(Militia est vita hominis super terram. — Job)
Why in me, Sir, do you…
Fifteen ‘til seven now
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