Michael Gale Poems

Out of my tomb, I arose to walk amongst men again....
My boulder removed by an Angel from my Father, sent.

I once again saw my people and my pupils upon thy land...
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For the love of Pete...
With twenty nine feet.

Who tells them most whoppering tales...
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Getting married to an invisible woman...If you two get into an argument, you'll not be forced to see her- off!

That is one of the benefits would be to marry one, you can no longer wish to see...You'd ask yourself-Where she be?
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We lose teeth...Gain wrinkles.

Gain weight in the middle...No longer are we fit as a fiddle.
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Disease...Maybe, just maybe-It should be pronounced or spelled as disss-ease.

Our life is dis at ease...No longer running full tilt...
Until at last-We slowly drain, then wilt.
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Allow me, one day to be able to peel away the angered and bruised onion-ally emotion's layers, for a much closer inspection, reveals great animosity and hate...Let me write down, in accordance-that date.

That is a date i wish to attend in attentional jacket worn in full...
That, in itself-Is no bull.
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Along river's edge, the trees do weep...
After rains, bugs do creep.

Watery signs of liquid seep...
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I have in the past, cast my line and hook...
Only to erringly, snag a tree branch, or leaf.

I am the un greatest fisherman of loss...
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Church of the heart...Just as
Jesus was born.

In all our part...Never scorn.
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