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MDockham

  • Just joined, so thought I should just post something.

    Written on paper we read Made by or fathers we need To sustain a proper form I call to the Judge With freedoms we live with tolerence we withold How ...

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  • Old Poem

    Depleted I am So full of sorrow I can not seem to grasp this concept I create To wash away the problems to wash down the conflicts I am your ...

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    This mono man making mystical mights. Magic I see, modern magic. My main madam must make music to magnify my mind, made by me Who must modify more music to ...

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Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins