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Bad Dreams - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

DEATH, you smoke the body
like a joint, then give the ground
our blood, mean while, the soul
finds a way to fly away, into the
AND all the christens say, amen.

Comments about Bad Dreams by DAVID GERARDINO

  • (3/25/2006 4:43:00 PM)

    I like this one David it made me smile. A very different image. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/25/2006 4:14:00 PM)

    DREAMING in the A.M. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 25, 2006

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