Michael Gale Poems

I forgot...
A lot.

I forgot how to love...
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Some indians have interesting verbage...
Not all of them are real, bad savages.

Least' not since the times of the Old West...
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Is he dead? , is he dead? ...
Did he die since being shot clean in the head?

Yes he died at Ford's Theater...
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A flapping breeze...
Wings spread wide for an angel's sneeze.

Stormy winds brought about by an angelic flap...
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Buried b'neath the blanket o' white....
Fir pines glittered with snow so right, this night.

Rabbit tracks littered around all powdery might...
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To be or not to be...
Elixers of th' FounTENed of Youtheritus.
Nay ye to unsheath ye sworded sling lit arrows.
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Stars bespeckled full tilted to light...
Reflected well inspiring to all this sight.

Floating by an invisible string...
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.............................................Reject Satan
.............................................reject sin..ign
.............................................ore evil of all
.............................................as we....strive
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The longest dropping drip...
Of the longest slipping tear.

Drips slowly and saddened in time a-keep...
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A furry lump in the road...
Sadness been brought to an end.

Poor thing alas is gone...
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