the cloud darkens its face
heavy rain drowns dry grace
wet road leads to unknown place
^
^
days change into nights
witches haunt knights
if you were a ghost
you would feel good but old
^
^
poetry wears colors
Denver, Tokyo, Mid West, and Choctaw,
a pilot flies high above cloud,
a poet travels far from home front
^
^
emotions develop wings
thoughts grow and stretch,
moments of happiness
long time celebration of rebirth
^
^
Happy
Birthday
To
Jerry,
Merry
Christmas
To
Tom Lee
Love
from
Sheehan
Muscles
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