Had ye seen with these eyes,
what puzzles do make the wander cry,
in the measures,
as time danced at elbows length,
what bizarre passages are these,
that have been set on my plate,
how strange is the form that has been presented as my consumption,
questions upon questions,
here with patience you have arrived,
to meet your other.
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Michael_Angelo
I live and work in Canada and I've had a love of poetry and story making since I was a child. With age, I have only taken on more life experience to draw from. I have been and lived in this country from coast to coast.
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