Cretan Maineiac Poems

The night is so rife
w/ the sounds of life when the
paper hits the stoop
i wait for it to grow legs
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(to the tune of 'O Danny Boy')

Tara McHale, i love the words you wrote me
you're never stale, your eyes smile 'cross the sea
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Known affectionately as T
formerly w/ Mr. Ez

from that Lovely Hilly place
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George and Gordon (not
Lord Byron) went
dashing thru the snow from
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Smoke signals call for Philip
Morris, Nicationa
the Klamath called it before chasing down wild
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April showers fell unseasonably cold @ VaTech,
that morning, the
dripping blood of a forfeited soul with selfish motives.
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Pick a noun: a Person,
Place, Thing, or
Idea, infuse it w/
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Interests too diverse to
itemize, pursue, or
even
Enjoy, chronically late but
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The bubbles form like North and
South America on
a map in the flush’s eddy. It’s an easy
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