M.L. Squier Poems

Wonderful Worms!

Holy Denizens of the Tunneled Ground!
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O! Wonderful Worm!

Holy Denizen
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Seahorses

Don’t have
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When my
Dog died
I cried.
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I always remember
A certain red dawn
But I forget the hour
I fed the young fawn
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The King is not dead!
Long live the King!
Isn't that what you said?
Isn't that what you meant?
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This house in our home
Of grief and tears
Is filled with foam
Of spoiled kids
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We have both died No one can tell by our tone of
Voice or by the color of our skins Or by the
Words we speak It goes deeper than that We died
because we had to It was not our choice And we
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The heart is a seed which
Grows in the rain
A god in every cloud
Rainbows in the sun
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I could not find
The laurel flower
Such a flower I have
Never grown
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