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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Around our March balcony tonight Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
For twenty million years or more
This planet fed the Dinosaur.
It makes you sit…
Gentle Lord, I love You.
You tiptoe ‘cross my heart.
You sit beside me quietly…
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