Poems by Karen

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  • How may flowers must there be in fields as rich as...
    and many trees both weak and strong are christened...

  • Sunday teas on sunny lawns
    with crinolines and curls...

  • Who knows, who cares
    What shows when bared...

  • Severn o five and all's not well
    I'm sitting here and bored as hell...

  • I like to write, I hate to learn
    Deep down inside I have this yearn...

  • Fierce is the battle fought for hate
    Soft is the comfort felt too late...

  • Never look behind you, you may see your past
    Never look before you, dreams don't always last...