john tiong chunghoo Poems

God of Games
who rides on chariots,
carriages and horses
that roar like thunder and
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over the forlorn graves
the chant of
priests
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i have to agree i am still in the
process of being made
yet to be fullyfunctional
i hardly know myself
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a tan and barbecued
pork sandwich to remember
our Memphis holiday
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Beartooth All American Road
her song too
bounces
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5.000 years to reach
the last of its men
china cuts through hills and mountains
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one hides behind a skirt
to shore up populairty

one behind a white man
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my first winter
the snow flutters
my heart flutters
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at every road junction
a giant hindu god
to catch your eyes
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