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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A slow befuddled winter fly
With 747 abandon
Has trundled from my window sill
And…
When players voices no longer ring,
A set becomes a shabby…
Accept the wind —
Insanity would fight it now.
It is no angel to be…
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