Resold Poems - Poems about Resold

...The Fantasy of Childhood There was a tiny house near the main house built I think to house the elderly, but ended up being a place for old furniture, bits, and bobs. There was a loft where we kid......

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...Where are the magpies? Where the ruined cathedrals where are the birds that once made their homes in the hollow heads of saints? Here all dwell in the new or the old the days between are bull......

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...he recognized our logo and it made me proud, even here where they like it simple and less complicated they see what we do and recognize our product as best. trying to offer more for less ......

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...(4.) As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts Slow flows a river of doubt and regret foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits cavernous echoes one can not forget nor withstand jagged cuts......

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...Mangled swollen skins arrive bleeding bitter dark prayers; loathsome chants of naysayers detached dreams dying alive Cross wrath borders seething gold seek anchor, desert heat fumes disgusted......

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...The Virgin Maid of Orleans, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s La Pucelle To Robert Caze* Even as the blaze crackled around the stake’s pyre, Joan was deafened by the clergy’s brutal chanting, Har......

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...WHERE HAVE ALL THE OLD DIAPHRAGMS GONE THEY ONCE WERE THE THING IN THEIR FAUX PEARL CASE LIKE A JACK IN THE BOX WHEN THEY POP OPEN IN SPACE HAVE THEY BEEN BURNED OUT FROM USE OR HAVE THEY JUST DIS......

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...This is the tempature of what we live like today feeling the distcomf ort and feeling the pain oh I feel so strange rearrange the letters and believe in faith live life to others my hand ......

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