Frank Lewis Poems

In the town by the Rocky Mountains, the Fire burned at midnight.
Those homes in wonder, gazing at the Knight,
Now lie as Twelve Fields of Ash.
Where there were walls, rise walls of fire;
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King I’m not, but a baby trapped inside my
Crib I clutch, tis the only thing within my
Reach I must, not for milk but for my
Sleep I plead, to catch just one glimpse of my
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Brothers Heart & Hat, regarding tea:

(Hat)
Heart, the taste of our tea of you and me-
Is it not delicious, delightful, delectable?

(Heart)
My tea is malicious, foul, inedible.
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