Marc Mate Poems

Before me appears a sentence
not of words but numbers,
with symbols co-mingled.
At first sight, nonsense.
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This has been my intention right from the start
That I may not charm your ears but your heart,
That I may speak to your beautiful mind
And somewhere in there, love find.
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Then I asked the Roman gaurd,
'Who's the man hanging on the tree? '
'The king of the Jews, a citizen of Galilee'
'A king? Is that a crown of thorns I see? '
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