Poor Mork we loved
you but never knew what inner...
Trolls and Gomes have fought
Fairies and Elves for eons...
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Shadows are shackles...
The scotch thistle
Paterson's curse...
At Newgrange light crept slowly forward
as the sun rose past the banks of the Boyne...
Sometimes in life
I wonder if giving in...
New hair,
new clothes...
With hands in pockets
a man shrugs to gravelly days...
There's something about how we moved when we...
that brief sense of comfort, love, and ease...
Your love captivated my virgin frame
and, with piles of everlasting promises...
Sometimes on those winter afternoons
she would sit on the swings in the playground...
Secrets kept
inside your past...