Poems from Nomad1c

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Having become late deafened, I now use poetry as a form if bridging the comm. barrier.
From Muscle Shoals to Marstons Mills they drank their beers and took their pills. Leaving those on wings of doves like broken hearted youth...
foliage of change fresh mulch 'neath the oak roots there Lady Slippers bloom.
Clang ships bell out to sea incoming storm warnings unheeded "all hands hoist the mainsail" headlong deeper towards trouble oh how the...
The hour of dread wanes near to thee. None of the doomed shall escape or go free. . A wickedness comes; served swift, sour and cold. There'...
Til the one day when... we all wake up with nothing... but dirt on our graves.

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