Michael Gale Poems

Did you ever see the TV series Frasier, on the telly? ...
I hope that this is the proper way, to it, to spelly?

The dad of Niles and Frasier, had the last name of Crane...
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My love for my lady, t'will occur...
From me to her.

Her hair of long length's cascade
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There once was an indian brave of the bloodline Sioux...
Who once got hurt and got a lawyer who got him to Sue.

This will not do...
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The bird, as in it-flute...
Free as all air-id the free reigned beaut.

Areal assault of all thy senses...
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Remember me when'st my heart...Began it's fatal horror-ed start.

I beseech thee to spread my name...So that one day, I may have my fame.
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Invested hours in need by you...
Love hath hosted many lonely longest of long days.

Emptied chamber is my heart and soul...
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Your enveloped heart will i hold dearest to my own to cherish and give a lot of hopeful hugs and kisses as well as a plus sized wet soaked lick...
Your stamp-ed approval will be my only sobering love that will stay in memories held tightest to my own heart to forever to stick.

Those long lost days of love gone awry in June...
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As i bring out my emptied hook...
I due do ponder which bait to seek
for and look.
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Poetry is the crust surrounding the arty genius and appreciation
of man baked in with tender love and care...
Poetry and the love of it, is but of what i care, to God-Almighty-i swear!
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If John Donne were to be looking down from Heaven...
He'd see for sure he'd be always rating much higher than a mere numbered as seven.

His llines and stanzas greet nicely to mere mortal eyes...
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