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So many people from so many places. Endless expressions on all of their faces. Where will this road take me to? I am sure I will know, it is tried and true, The path ahead we all must take, The lives we changed within our wake. Life’s endeavors end our fear, This you see is crystal clear. Mystics, psychics, healers, and jesters beware, For goodness sake you must be fair. How soon you forget the judgment comes, The table is full, it is full of crumbs. Dots and pieces misalign, Product of the great design.

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Date: 10/10/2023 1:23:00 PM
Nice first intro Michael. Welcome to PS
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Michael Huch
Date: 10/10/2023 3:37:00 PM
Thank you Sir
Date: 10/1/2023 7:53:00 PM
Wow! Top notch poetry once again. "The table is full, it is full of crumbs." Quite an effective juxtaposition - to think of a table full, one thinks of wholeness. You've presented something starkly different. Part of "the great design." You are a fine, talented poet, Michael with a most clarion voice. Sincerest regards. Brian
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Michael Huch
Date: 10/10/2023 3:38:00 PM
No one has ever told me that. Thank you
Date: 9/4/2023 7:44:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your wisdom through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Michael Huch
Date: 9/4/2023 2:15:00 PM
Thank you. I am brand new here. Your words bring me comfort and a sense of belonging. I often feel misunderstood in this world. To open this website and see another soul understand what I'm saying is something I have been longing for my entire life. A poet society. Alive and well from what I have gathered. - Michael

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