Morgan Michaels Poems

'Catholicism', sniffed Langley, 'is a hard act to follow'.

They waited on the portico, letting their eyes adjust to the brightness.
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- besides, he looked quite handsome. But, he was mortified when, sitting down opposite his host's daughter, he discovered his oversight. The astute young woman was thrilled.

'I'm so sorry', he exclaimed. 'I've forgotten my jacket'!
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Birdsong. From no one singer but many.
From under the curtain's hem
singers of unknown hue
because unseen,
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Back, forth, up, down
teeter in my heart
caution and reckless Abandon.
Which is better, I don't know
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Me: 'How can I get calls on my new watch?
I'm desperate- I kid you not! '

Siri:Dear Desperate
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Lord, it's time. Summer was enormous.
Lay your shadow on the sundial, now
and send a chilly wind over the down.
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Rush hour, the doors slammed open.
In, disheveled, she swept.
'The poor soul', I thought, 'may God bless her'.
Then, capping a litany of woes:
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Fiery clouds blot the sky
that was summer's
earlier today,
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