Bill Grace Poems

How strange to be so sick in Moscow
That even the call of Czarist treasures
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The young man in court
At the beginning of that long day
Did not know that there were price tags
Attached to his actions.
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Only literature has an endring voice
In this area I know no other choice
But beyond the grave
There is even a more poweful thing that saves
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My daughter says: 'I'm cold.'
She does not know the privilege
Of her South Texas July complaint.
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When the pain came to his legs
Not the pain from the auto accident that almost killed him
But the pain from cigarettes he regularly smoked
The good doctor took the clue from a medical journal - quit -
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Blood and ink
Neither can be stored
Both call out for more
Least threatening when both are dried
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The editor was correct who told me
'God in Texas' was incomplete
Perhaps she wanted a happy ending.
I gave her what was in me
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Our mentor gave us this formula for making rank
'Work your boss's priorities...'
More than a little pagan given Gospel sensitivities
Of a group of ordained ministers -
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Our mentor gave us this formula for making rank
'Work your boss's priorities...'
More than a little pagan given Gospel sensitivities
Of a group of ordained ministers - but not a bad formula for survival -
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