Michael Gale Poems

Flourishing falacies of a forlorne fellow...
Features a famous four legged fawn.

Some sagas stimulate star searchers...
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Developmental disturbances...
Obsolete indeed.

Global warming is unbalancing Nature, by man...
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Snowflakes freckled here and there...
Upon landscape's featured, face appear.

Coldness snuck inside our bones...
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In the morning it's Wheaties and toast....
But-what i prefer, is eggs over easy, the most.

In the after noon...
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I ran and i ran as fast as i can and i can....
He was still after me, that man, that man...

What should i do or do and do? ...
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A man greateth cry....
He cry-he die.

A man greateth lie...
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Forgot-forget of sorrow gone...
Until the eve, of next dead's dawn.

Be yet so brave as never thought.
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He washed away our sins, as if by sorrowed tears...
Be not, by He, our hopeless fears.

Beyond all healings by God of high...
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An unheard voice in the winds of unchange...
Help ushered out only if heard within proper range.

Does this seem so very strange? ...
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To be a Guardian Angel would'st be gr8 in itself...
Guiding someone along life's somewhat erringly
wrong path
would'st be Heaven sent happiness to me.
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