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Poets Recalled

cramergr
Mar 26, 2022
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Shelley, Burns and Lord Byron

thru my blood you do run,

I can hear your voices

filling my mind with their hum.

Your thoughts call out

as though my soul is you speaker,

from all your torment and sorrow

my depression seems deeper.

With little effort it seems

I can feel your hurt,

so intense at times

I think it’s your ghosts I flirt.

From a gentle stream of life

the words do flow,

I wish to wake the world

with the wisdom it should know.

Gary R. Cramer

June 25, 1980

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