Tammy Darby Poems

Rest your weary body
Drink from my golden goblet
The most delicate and finest of wines
A potion of wild raspberries, bitterness, and jeering contempt
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Before opening the door of the lost
Perchance I will find the healing salve I seek
Its warmth melt the forlorn depths of my heart
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Why are the traits of creativity and insanity
An hourglass and sand
Is it an inherited genetic defect?
Or a wonderment of man
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