MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
walking through the woods,
I find a weathered birdhouse,
nailed onto a tree.
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Lock the cellar door!
There's a MONSTER lurking there!
(My sister said so!)
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Though the years went by,
he didn't feel old, but then,
he lived in the past.
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double haiku: We struggle, at times,
remembering our loved ones,
but vow, they won't fade.
So, the old stories, though
familiar, are re-told, to
refresh our spirits.
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warmed over coffee
fills my mug like an old friend
that slept on the couch.
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At the Senior Prom,
he held his date so close, it
crushed his boutonniere.
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Winking at strangers,
With whom you come face-to-face,
Might just make their day.
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If we just pretend
Life's filled with good times, then we'd
never light candles
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It does not add up,
That the way to multiply,
Is through division.
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