Caleb Harris Poems

After I went Apple picking
I dazed into to the sun and saw nothing more than axes
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Is that blood I see
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Let the world realize that we are still alive.
Are you still breathing! !
Hopefully (X)
RAGE
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I had visions of your blood dripping from my face.
They been lying along telling my brothers and sisters that we aren't family.
Who are they to justify what family is? ? ? ?
In this Life my family is all around me.
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