Kari Mattlage Poems

Be gone, with this iron fist I demand.
I’ve been weak for longer than I can stand.
The cares, I have tossed to thin air.
With all in life, I wish you well.
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It’s time to superimpose.
This pernicious game has to end.
I never understood the objurgated treatment.
Stuck, I was.
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If spiders could scream and flies could cry,
Do you think we would stop to wonder why?
Maybe they hold the secrets to the world,
Or know the recipe for the magical cure.
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