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Robert Mullinix Poem
A wise old oak, the image of a long dead god.
Staves of mystery and fate, nine horses all unshod.
Ancient youthful rays, a gray stone palisade.
A sword that has scarce drawn blood, blackthorn and a bit of nightshade.
Copyright © Robert Mullinix | Year Posted 2007
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Robert Mullinix Poem
I walk in the shadow of the night,
under the autumn sky,
in the changing air.
Dead dreams shuffle as I walk by.
Copyright © Robert Mullinix | Year Posted 2007
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