Mattock Poems - Poems about Mattock

...To him who passed through fire and death The strain of nails and lashes The bruises in the heart The neglect and gloom The shattered spirit The thorns and thistles To him who went down the ha......

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...They told us to dream, but there is this brand of dream that is hard to imagine ... So, I'm picturing ... and in this will-o'-the-wisp, I become Desmodus Rotundus, Vampiro en el grottos; ......

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...Someday this vanity will cease, these futile struggles will bend and like wind, it will pass, then the shrouds, the mattock and the grave, will be the visible sights of all conceit the ardour......

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...For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain, Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein. A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things - out of sight, out of mind; and no good what......

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