John F. McCullagh Poems

I knew a rose without a thorn,

The rarest bloom that grows
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He sang a tenor’s part-

No more a tenor really
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The sunlight is too bright for me-
I was in prison for so long.

My trial, a show staged by the Court,
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The call went out
It meant one thing.
Death in the line of duty
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I was one of thirty embryos,
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Roses in profusion
bloomed along our garden wall.
They were both red and yellow-
tea hybrids, I recall.
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St. Patrick's Church was sparsely filled
For Friday morning mass
The seniors getting restless-
the clock reada quarter past.
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A Study in Scarlett

A wistful sadness in your eyes
Says all you need to say..
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4 A.M.- it’s much too early
It’s no surprise I’m feeling surly.
It’s cold outside and lacking light.
It feels like the middle of the night!
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I was one of thirty embryos,
but I alone survive.
I am the Savior sibling
Without which my sister dies.
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