Christopher Talon Poems

Flying with angels you and I,
Once across the open sky,
Swooping over large oak trees,
And just above the open seas,
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The winter storm has reared its ugly head,
The clouds rolled in and turned the day to night,
Nineteen seventy-seven, saw twenty-nine dead,
January all dressed in satin white.
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(NOTE: This poem is a puzzle. Do you know who or what I am?

I await your company,
I long for your admiration,
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Oh, what a delight,
To see such a sight,
To experience the shivering cold,
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The venture is cold and bleak, hardly pleasant,
A bright shining star turned black,
Supernova of a collapsing body,
Tearing apart the inner universe once was brilliant,
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