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 Mar 2020 Chuck Kean
JaxSpade
You're too beautiful to cry
What man did this to your eyes

Would you allow me to try
To put a smile inside

Because
If I could squeeze in some love on the side

Those tears would disappear
And stay clear
If you allowed me to apply

My kind
  Of love
 Mar 2020 Chuck Kean
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 Mar 2020 Chuck Kean
Echo
This night I got lost
In a field of lilies
Some white and broad
Some red and fine
Both are for death
One for mourning
One for killing
And as the moon's light slowly fades
As the morning sun rises
And red becomes pink
Becomes yellow
Becomes blue
I feel the last remaining moth land on my arm
There is a peace in knowing it wont last much longer
And neither will I
No moths were harmed in the making of this poem
The glen where felled men slept
Where the creek’s deep bed trembled, reeled
Where the green ferns, restless, crept
Where the breezes blew, flew, wheeled
Where the trees, the sweet elms wept
Where the gentle red wrens nested
Where the elks, when freed, then stepped
Where the fleet, serene deer rested
Where the scented bells were kept
Where the jeweled, fresh dew met green
The glen where felled men slept,
Where men were never seen
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