Michael Gale Poems

The forrest's, the forrest, the forrest troll....
Beget the childish, stymied stroll.

Alas, at last, thy rumored foal...
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George of the jungled forgotten land...
Swung into the jaws of a T-Rex, he did land.

Munch, munch, shred and gulp....
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There once was a stork...
Named Mickey Rork.

I believe this stork, was from New York...
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A man of peace....Might back a war......
As long as only, full good, is due in store.

For war of goodness, for freedom's sake...
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Life is always full of pain, in every turn or crack.

We must learn to ignor the pain & be positive and move on to happier, pastures of the heart.
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Crunched metal, of cars accordions aside...
Ended by death, in bloodied, this ride.

Her fair skin, blond hair, ushered a-strewn...
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I walked many a mile, in unusual new shoes...
All through life, I'd had a bad case, of depression's, blues.

I took the straight edged blade, and held it tight...
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Have you ever been child molested? ...
Have you've ever, had your life, controlled and contested?

Have you ever, most of your preteen days, wasted away? -
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Sad feelings are like a dime a dozen....
Always, like a prescription, always filled.

Sad feelings do come and go...
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That frog like looking creature got behind the wheel...
He ran me over, with a vengeance's stern, steely, stared, will.

I got up and at his departing dust...
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