Best Poem of J. R. Ryan

Julie Ann
Once so long ago and bound for earthen gold
I set out for the North, so to find my Julie Ann.

With dreams a dreamer dreams
And with nothing up my sleeve
I set out for to find, so to find my Julie Ann.

With a giddy, foolish heart
And a twinkle in my eye
I set out for to find, so to find my Julie . . .
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The Pale Horse
I see a pale and sickly horse.
I never speak of her teeth.
I tell a fairytale no more.

I'm telling on her ears,
That never hear the cries;
The cries of her prey resound.
The cries of her prey resound.

I'm telling on the way
She maintains her mane in vain,
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