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Black GoldA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe Dad was dour, his face was sour When he came home from the pit, He looked like a furnace stoker but That wasn’t the half of.. |
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Jagged glassA Poem by Swirling WildlyJagged glassprotrudesout of my handI want to show my palmsand warn thecrazy peopleto stay awayBut insteadI hold them down at mysideand tightly clinchm.. |
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Lord Stanley's CupA Poem by WillThe sheen of white ice, The gleam of silver skates, and the glint of crimson blood All reflect beautifully into Lord Stanley's Cup The effort .. |
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Deny, Deny!A Poem by David Lewis PagetHe met her under the willow trees That grew by the valley creek, He hadn’t been able to visit her For the best part of a week, .. |
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Janie Huzzie BowsA Poem by Robert Ronnowthesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.strength constructs no homes (antithesis:if your house leaks then on swollen daysin sullen seasons there .. |
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