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Date : March 2001

Poem: Not Human Anymore

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Published on: 2001.03.26

High and mighty they seem to be They never been a friend to me They got the money, cars and planes You never see them riding the trains They don’t shop at my store They’re not human anymore Or is it me that’s not? (Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”. Copyright © 2001 by Wil[…]

Poem: Seminole Sunday

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Published on: 2001.03.25

Angel’s feet and broken down buildings Indian ghosts and crumbling bricks Alongside this paved cattle trail Look around and see The solitude Of each and every individual We’re decades away from the Steel Empires Smiling faces and rotting wood Smoking cars and potholed streets That are empty on Sunday Look inside and see The solitude[…]

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Published on: 2001.03.23

(Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”. Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) Alternate title: “Who Are Your Friends?” Where do your loyalties lie? Who will cry when you die? For whom do you show your true face? Who is willing to die in your place? (Also published on my website.)

2001.03.03: On Poetry

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Published on: 2001.03.03

A poem can open the soul. A poem can awake a deeper spiritual sense in a person’s inner being. A poem is an insight into who or what the author really is. All of this is true only if the reader is open-minded and willing to receive the poem’s message. Each definition of poetry only[…]

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