Raymond Farrell Poems

There is a plethora
Of information
Abounding
About dreams and pain
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I'm not an American
But it seems to me
A message was sent
On November 8,2016
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Sometimes I think
if I could just
loosen up all the words
in the newspaper
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Harsh
The biting wind
Sweeps the bare tundra
The sun reflecting off the snow
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I knew
He knew
After the factory, he worked in
Packed up and left
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Preceding the arrival of humans
Were forests and the broad savannah
A pristine wilderness
With a balanced ecosystem
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Stay off that hand cart
The one the world's
Going to Hell on
They may stop
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There was a young couple named Miskelly
Got stuck together while watching the telly
Because in their haste
They used carpenter's paste
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There was a man named Bodaggs
Who bought 20 condoms a week
The store clerk was silent for months
Then felt compelled to speak
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