Michael Gale Poems

Look at the Unicorny in the cotton fields...
Eatin' up the profits, as fast as it Cannedy

Was shot in a motorcade in Dallas was....
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Big metal bird...
First century, nah! Not even third.

Seven-forty-seven? ...
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(This poem, A Little Girl was sadly written by 'An Angel Without Wings'. This poem inspired me to write this poem about what i'd do to the coward that would beat this little girl.)


As good as the last poem that i read...
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Word weavers of the past....
Classic poet's works, with time, does last.

History's corners are stood long, by poets, and every, skilled poet...
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Sad emotions unclothed...
Naked and unprotected.

Plain in view to the heart of brain...
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Bestill death, we not do, very well...
Hopely, we'll travel to Heaven, not Hell.

Only time, will ever tell...
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The jaws of death, feeds us straight into the poor house...
Depression, starves us straight into the insane asylum.

The Holy spirit, feeds us wealthy...
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Baby breath's allotted time, only rejuvenates inhumane criminal crime...
Blessed days ahead for ye, lest we consume our mortal-ed vestige.

Cosmical intrigue delays uninhibited displays...
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Chalice of Valkyrie...
Away, away i must.

Not much trust-In this love, our vanished guard...
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The forrest's, the forrest, the forrest troll....
Beget the childish, stymied stroll.

Alas, at last, thy rumored foal...
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