Bill Grace Poems

Perhaps these are the end times
The end of a child's life
The end of a way of strife
The end of a marriage
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Medicine yucky?
Mom is lucky.
Now you can savor
and pick your flavor!
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Medicine yucky?
Mom is lucky.
Now you can savor
and pick your flavor!
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He was a very civil man careful to give thanks
For a well brewed cup of coffee.
We talked about a world not so civil and
levels of battery recognized in law.
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He was a very civil man careful to give thanks
For a well brewed cup of coffee.
We talked about a world not so civil and
levels of battery recognized in law.
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You lay your head upon my foot,
tell me I am accepted.
This poet has always been
a little less genetically engineered
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If I am in safe harbor
I freely declare it here
That no merit of mine bought it
Such are the treacheries witnessed
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There is the courage of the body of which I have read
or heard the stories of the elders of my tribe
Roy Benavidez spitting in the medics face
to communicate he was alive - half dead.
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