Jim Milks Poems

Beneath the sheltering pines a boulder marks the spot
Where the abolitionist came to address the crowds
Here they stood with a single thought
To stand until the slaves were free
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Staring out my window on a bright spring day,
Seems even the weather knows how I feel dismay.
Dark clouds gather the cold is near.
Spring and rebirth no longer matter, I fear.
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Her dusty flesh stripped away
Her stony skeleton laid bare
While men of the world simply stare
With a cynical laugh
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Into my bed, I acquiesce
to the cyclopean task of
ending the turmoil of the day.
This is the single task that I so dread.
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There once was a man who sold his soul to the devil
He was tricked and fooled by someone not on the level
His soul it was lost
And he paid the high cost
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Once there was a statue of gold
Elegant and beautiful to behold
One day it started to tarnish
To save it they covered it with varnish
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With a bang and a clash, his wooden bones were erected.
With skill and ability the plaster skin was applied
And then, something quite unexpected
The house breathed a breath it was alive
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Disillusioned youth
Acrid smoke filling the hall
Hating all he sees
Children running, parents fear
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There once was a man from Calcutta
Who loved all of his food covered with butter
His belly got huge
From the fattening deluge
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