This is a collection of almost all of the poems I have written over the years. Thanks for being a reader of poetry and let me know what you think when you have a chance.
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Mood
He sees the fog and banks of clouds
that he thinks he's finally grasped.
It hides the sky and the crowds
and in its gray embrace he's clasped.
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