Michael Gale Poems

Peace, not war...
Not an easy score.

Love, not hate...
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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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Freedom to write...
Freedom to swear.

Freedom of the right...
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He took the weed and rolled a joint, real long...
He passed it around the place, and sang the song.

He was trip-pin' on a drug induced trip, unadvised this trip...
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She be my girl...
That shiny pearl.

Who smiles did brighten me...
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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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