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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Fifteen ‘til seven now
(That’s by my watch which nowadays
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 —
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