Randel Horton Poems

The children of today
Are the children of yesterday,
And the children of yesterday
Will become the children of today.
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Born in a world unknown to me
I find myself talking to a tree
That tells me you think I am free?
Men like you make paper out of me.
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Bright lights Ventures nights riding up the
coast with you my only thoughts were more than
drops of emotion as the full moon shined lighting
the way for my mouth to speak words that could only
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