Michael Gale Poems

That sleeping slumber....
Spent tiredly upon thy pined lumber.
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A work of fiction, which could be real...But to be too sure, It's not about
My own story like deal. This story is not real but could be about
somebody else out there some where else.
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Divorced by booze...
His wife he would soon to lose.

Weldon Kees submerged his life...
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There was a woman wearing very short shorts...
The Husband just stared at them.

You'd of thought that She just had performed a can, can? ...
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Stormy weather is on the horizon,
Lots of moisture is sure to make
a fast water's level to be
a risin'!
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With the sun into my eyes, i do so squint,
With thumb in the air, patiently i will not
quit! A water bottle hooked to my belt,
With sweltering heat, all day i've felt!
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Where are the children? ...
Should we pray?

Are they OK? ...
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Pain in my gutlit spirit...
weigh in faults of words by men who often fear it.

Mistakes at love may doom all unfettered men...
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With wind gently massaging thru her golden curls...
While'st on horseback many mens heads were turned by this girl's french good looks.
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With a song in my heart, as I step out on
stage, Intending to sing a verse revealing
my rage! A rock musician, I may seem,
Lonely yearning great wealth is my only
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