Raymond Farrell Poems

Let me have a little place
With land to call my own
Not too much, but ample space
To grow my food, and feel at home.
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What does this word mean
Is there a common theme
Opposing forces employ its use
In endless word abuse
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Too frequently
Psychiatry is
Little more
Than witchcraft
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Today
As I sit
Under the locust tree
A Chinese man
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I realized early on
Back in elementary school
That the best and brightest
Were the most compliant
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When I saw the two of them
Sitting on the beach together
And him examining her breasts
As though they were a specimen
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You cannot be a Canadian
And not have an opinion about this season
On average, we're the coldest country in the world
And when you're standing out in February
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The magnolia tree
Stood unnoticed all winter
Off by itself
Next to the rusting iron fence
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If the woman
Was one ounce under 350 pounds
I'd have been surprised
And the last place
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