Poems from Garrett Thomas

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God, Guns, Camo, Ammo
When memory calls upon me I sit to remember Joyous or Melancholy Awake or in slumber The sights I have seen The things I have known The...
In every life There is a gate Beyond the gate There is a road With many twists And turns it goes Where it stops Only dead ones know  ...
Over the mountains Across the seas Through the tunnels Under the trees The wind blows here   All over the world The voice is heard The...

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