A Bloody Worm
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A Bloody Worm
The buds rest
Surround Yourself
The Sun Tunnels
Doffodils’ Dance
Stand and look
But it Doesn’t Work Like That
Chance encounters
Morning
Gird up, but let it flow! #chicago #poet #skipperdoodleproductions #tgbtg
My brother’s hands were there, and then they were gone
Oh, Tennyson, you undeniable master
Shut up and let the boy sing
Was a young man then, full of dreams and questions
Proud Masochism
If we’d known
Happy Blizzard
The journey Is the Success
Grey sky
A Poet’s Heart