Mike Ohms Poems

O aveey dear,
wish you were here, your captivating voice my ears yearn to hear,
this pain I no longer can bear,
I wish you were near that i may lean my lips on your neck, and tear on your breast.
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They won't build schools, they'll rather build prisons because they expect us to be criminals.... And them gods that wield the power of education, and speaking overly complex grammars that we may ponder and wonder and then get lost in our own blunders....
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