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Poetry By On December 7, 2019

Fallen Angel

I know I was your angel and that’s why I won’t fight you  if you need to make me your devil now.   -Sept 2019

Poetry By On October 4, 2016

No One Cries for the Sinners (An Abecedarian)

Arizona is the place for a funeral, if there ever could be such a place because believe me when I say, Life can’t take root in dry soil. No Botanist or Investigator dares to try and stop her. She is contacted by the weak, the helpless, the hopeless, each in dying need of her services. I think of her often…