Michael Gale Poems

Doth a bee be a flower? ...
Doth it deflower by a flowering bee?

Doth a bee fly by thy flower? ...
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Wrinkled top lips is what does gross out a man in time...
That should be a woman's own crime.
Hairy mustached upper lips...
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B'neath waves be
currently love enfold
Alas real bold.
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We must have the will
and fortitude to cheer up
our far off and away
military heroes who are
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She was relaxed in the arms of her lover...
So relaxed in fact that no Angels could,
or would dare to fly above Her.
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This dew droplet stretching from one singled green grass blade as it inches closer to the softened greenish ground covering well so damp...
Lays around like a well anchored mobile home, erected for a living of
surrounded inhabitting a over full rented camp.
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Beget beset my widow....
Regret my family tree.
Forget to be my one true love...
Forget thee-faithfully.
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Love as an addiction, can drive madness to life so dear.
Love is maddening to heart's see-thing, it's truly clear...
My loving wife stays forever in my heart, whether far or near.
I won't drive myself to a maddnening fear...
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Oh to be a best wished tale...
Oh so fresh and not too stale.
I am a book read by many...
I am not able to eat meatballs and spaghetti.
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Those twinn'ed hilled bumps which stare at me...
Those twinn'ed mountained bumps that thrill to me-my eyes with smile.
Those curved apperations that stand out a mile...
They please my eyes, there be no denial.
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