Michael Gale Poems

A romantic interlude, is like a momentous affair...
Surrounded, perhaps, by a lot of silence and pure bridled, uncare.

No one around you is at all aware...
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Lost in time...
Trapped of heart.

Enslaved by sadness...
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Yes-Man can be so vile and evil and, careless fruit...
Man, is man, the monster-ed brute.

Man steps on things that cares for, he not...
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A wise man,
suffering from a
bad case of
athlete's feet,
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The President can do his job....As long as the other party, let's him do it, and quit complaining. The key word, should be cooperation. Something, the Republicans, don't want to do. Prime example is Gov. Bobby Jindal's speech,

(R) Louisiana. I am saying to you Mr. Jindal...Your words sound to me, like quite the swindle. You need to be quiet, sit down, and do something, that Republicans are not used to doing, Cooperate, you blow hard pirate!
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If I'd die, would you marry me again? ...
After, up in Heaven, would, our love
never end?
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Angel dear, when we sleep....
All Heaven's angels and saints,
for you, will weep.
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Every day is a page of choices, that we choose to read...As we turn the pages into a direction that may only lead to an evil deed.

We enter our, own mistake's 'river quake'...Drowning in our unresurfaceable pooling mistake.
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Trodden be the miles spent of me...
Miles lent in feet, that be.

Many more inches of number ed, added up...
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