John Schulte Poems

I am in the public domain
but only as a child;
I am a bloke with a name
who as a man went wild.
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Part of the repression came from suppression obsession
A little let out and lot let in
Seeping while peeping, creeping and crawling
Sticking to the script made a mock true confession
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She always wore little crosses
That hung like crimson blossoms from her dress
Arms outstretched, opened like a bloom
But doomed to die a death through torture
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In every thing I have left of yours
I hear your voice, I feel your warmth
The pocket watch timely ticks
as I hear you talk
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Each time the mystery is solved
the answers always swiftly dissolve
Philosophers may grow weary
by this unusual theory
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Mahogany and maple trees
dressed like shivering clowns
rustle and crackle as scurrying
nutbrown squirrels nestle-in
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