Glen Martin Fitch Poems

Night gazer,
see the works that fill the skies.
Each orb was placed there
by some humble hand.
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My ship is waiting and I have to go.
Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll
Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget
The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils
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What gives good luck?
What should I gently pluck?
The cherry and the
Clover and the...O
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So 'lone is the stranger
Away from his homeland.
So sad is the shipwrecked,
The castaway clinging.
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Each habit he tries on,
each sight explores.
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Drinking's what it's all about.
Lager, pilsner, porter, stout!
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Soft and firm, but cold,
I see you slide about
Kissing everything below,
Even what the sun can't see.
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Boy, meeting you that day
was such a blast.
I laughed, I stared, I glowed.
I felt so good.
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I'm sure you've seen a man
in hot debate or
roaming lost in thought,
as in a trance
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Not just a quest
(a test of patience,
skill,
a chance for us
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