ImAn Altruist Poems

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1.
The Felling Of Chestnut Tree

Lately, I too felled my chestnut tree,
without a burring saw or a fixing winch,
but by balmy eyes and burning effrontery.

Tree-old and gnarled, a blaring galleon,
...

2.
The Irony Of Convergence

It was a choice of facility,
to either pick dreams or reality.

I dither, I flinch, I sigh
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