Relic
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I will plant daffodils if you want.A Poem by RelicI will plant daffodils at your graveand when they've grownand blossomedwhen they're huggedby an apricot-colored sunI'll see them existcheerful in smil.. |
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The Little B*****dA Poem by RelicThe Little B*****d~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Iwish I'd seen him in Fairmountwith Stetson hat, blue jeans and bootshis collar turned up on a rainy daybefor.. |
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Two separate trainsA Poem by RelicLong days at work often lead to daydreaming ~ do they not? |
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Titanic--Nearer My God.A Poem by RelicTheir ghostly forms respire nowWith swells that churn the sea.Relieved from woe - and peril's throe -Nearer my God to thee.And even though the forward.. |
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We Call It PoetryA Poem by RelicAn old one on the observation of poets. |
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A brief moment in time.A Poem by Relicshort rope of youth our handsbound to slip off eventually |
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Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming.A Poem by RelicSometimes I feel like screaming.Inside a laundry mat's luminous sleepy window,among the low-pitched, hypnotizing humof stainless steel washers and dry.. |
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The Dark Is...A Poem by RelicThe dark is most timespleasurable company late at night he'll deny the light of things I don't want to talk about bribe the sun to come.. |
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Long DistanceA Poem by Reliclong distance love |
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Where the weeds have overgrown.A Poem by RelicFrom boyhood years, I still recall running through a worn back door but my joyous shouts, they shout no more as my sisters sleep in a graveyard fl.. |
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