R.G McKinley Poems

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Panic Motion
 I should quiet my tongue to uttering of love so grand.
My head so low as I draw lines in the sand.
My family is gone and the day is longer still.

I sit here in the darkest ways and wait while hours play. Drumming fingers and a pen in my hand takes me to another place. A world so merry in rhyme and reason.

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In Hope We Find
Clear eyed doll faced lover girl blue,
Taken down the darkened lanes where;
Few of us saw you and less adored you.

Of your less than apt outfit, we laughed into the night,
From your dull, faded balcony, we only knew a fright.

Then when the story was said of the damage we misread,
It was no . . .
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