Carol Ann Woods Poems

--------------------Visual Illumination--------------
My mouth dropped and fell in Awe---- One man’s imagination of time and place,
-----small panels of dyed Gothic Glass---
" The Church Triumphant "
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In the beginning, there were one hundred and fifty men now there are only thirty-two.
The war has taken its toll, forced to turn into animals; getting down on all fours,
hiding from our enemies who only seek to destroy. All we ask for in return is a good
and a place to rest. Instead, we come home for leave and get the third degree.
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