Michael Shutt Poems

A cold March Wind
Encased my body
And tousled hair
While I walked through
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Why I Write
By Michael Shutt

People have asked me-
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On this day,
The twenty fourth -
September,1896-
A lass of Ireland
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PSH

Born in '67,
gone too soon-
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Her Birthday
is a gift to me.

That started first
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'You're Not
the Son
I wanted.
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The Fireworks
are going off.

The unwashed masses
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Time's Tell.

As I
go in
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'I've thought a lot
about Jim Garner
in the week 
gone past.
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What are
You doing,
Israel?
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