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Chris Spencer Poem
Though I may speak in riddles, it tends to tell a tale
One like no other, once captured under the spell
What lurks in the shadows, there's lasting discontent
And there upon the gallows, where many lives were spent
Lies a truth within the walls, life within the trees
Valley of death arrives, alone at ones bare feet
The crow trusts no one, as the fox he is sly
The creeper of the moon, the Apple of my eye
Copyright © Chris Spencer | Year Posted 2025
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Chris Spencer Poem
I'm bestowed upon you as a deeper shade of blue
One that's bright to light up your every view
Just allow me to show you my perception through the scopes lens
A purer glass made from all of our mistakes, learned from experience
Fortified strong from the sands of time
And completed with ash, embers of pine
So as the world continues to fade to gray
Know I'm on the outside, looking in on a colorful day
Copyright © Chris Spencer | Year Posted 2025
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