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Peek through the eye of a needle


Poem “the big He”

He never felt Love.
Did he have a Soul,
Or was he emotionaly foul?
Did he ever heartfully beam,
Or was he the other stream?
Does the memory about him
Seem strange?
To where did his view range,
And did he offer clarity at all?
Did he sell out,
Just to make us, his puppets
Usable and small?



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