Slowknock Kache Poems

A've heard of the great deeds of the gentile saviour,
of his teachings & upright behaviour,
Bt why, my spirit of him not devour?
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Blue burnin' fiercely red,
when the sun goeth to bed.
Beauty for the eyes behold,
captured in words other' told.
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Siteth gazen' at the pregnant cloud,
lyf recallin' to analyze.
What ill'd me past, present around,
self pity indulged.visions fantacize.
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This is a ditty to the little child,
who made me smile.
This a poem to my parents,
who brought me forth.
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