Dark Hours
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* for my dear State of Maine *
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such tears we shed for tender flesh
that dearest matter, bullets thresh
oh, how can we e’er learn to trust
when evil wears a face like us?
still, most good folks with hearts afire
know love can drown a monster’s ire
for each dark soul with evil’s face
a thousand good … will take its place.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden
October 27, 2023
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2023
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