Poems from Nomad1c

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Having become late deafened, I now use poetry as a form if bridging the comm. barrier.
6x8
They're keeping me in 6x8 front door made of iron grate concrete floor and three steel walls with one dim light above it all this story's...
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'...

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