Ray Clune Poems

This wind it howls, this wind it moans,
A mournful eerie sound.

This wind gathers fallen autumnal leaves,
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In a garden near a river sits a rare rose tree,
The blooms that grow there in summer,
Are a wondrous sight to see
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METAL MEN ALL STANDING,
ALL STANDING IN A ROW
NO EXPRESSIONS ON THIER FACES,
DEACTIVATED DON'T YOU KNOW.
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iPlay
iFast Food
iFunkyTrainers
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Kneeling, poised, contemplating.
Years in training, no more waiting.

Pistol fires, you're on your way.
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