Poems from Garrett Thomas

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God, Guns, Camo, Ammo
A Cynical Observation of the Western Idea of Love and its Meaning:   "I Love You" is cast about every day With nary a thought from the lips...
Outside it is cold Inside, it is little warmer And I see a mold Of myself in the corner Window I look at my face I cannot see my eyes In...
Worthless, you say? Well, Almost, but not quite It takes some grammar To make that right You see, "worthless" Spelling withal, Is declaring...
The winter rain at a driving pelt Did batter the city park And on a bench sat a city beggar Far past the hour of dark He sat and with a...
A Hapless Permanence A place I once knew Green it was, and lush Yet the sun never shone upon it But it was a faire place A place hidden...

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