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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O Lord, what notion of hyperbole.
What willed and wild imagining was born
When Adam,…
For all we love to know
He gives us signs
When players voices no longer ring,
A set becomes a shabby…
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