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 Land of Nod Spiritual Poems 11/23/2016
 Harbor Misc 11/22/2016
 Abiding Misc 11/21/2016
 Keys Spiritual Poems 11/18/2016
 Rondeau - I Dwelt Among Tombs Spiritual Poems 11/11/2016
 Anniversary Two-Step Cowboy Poems 11/11/2016
 I Met a Poet Once - For Bubby Dedications 11/11/2016
 You Are the Light Spiritual Poems 11/11/2016
 Rendezvous  Villanelle 11/10/2016
 In Secret Spiritual Poems 11/2/2016
 In the Sixth Hour Spiritual Poems 10/28/2016
 Things Didn't Work Out Love Gone Bad 10/27/2016
 At The Border Misc 10/14/2016
 Woman's Touch Song Lyrics 10/13/2016
 An Army of Sorrows Triolet 10/11/2016
 October Misc 10/11/2016
 Human Hearts Misc 8/12/2016
 Dozing Misc 8/5/2016
 Restlessness Misc 7/11/2016
 Twilight Misc 6/29/2016
 Hill Country - Homage to Byron Misc 6/27/2016
 Six Word Memoir Misc 6/20/2016
 Cruel Days Misc 6/15/2016
 à notre époque, le déluge Misc 6/7/2016
 Day's End Nature 6/6/2016
 June 6, 2016 Haiku 6/6/2016
 Farouche - 2016 Misc 6/6/2016
 Hymn Misc 6/3/2016
 In the Pew Misc 6/1/2016
 Storm Misc 6/1/2016
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Land of Nod

Forced from the face of the earth
to the wanderer's wend, Land of Nod.
Hid from the countenance of God
never home, never hearth.

Fugitive and vagabond in the earth
never to reap what he sows
no seed that he plants ever grows
and he's lonely 'til death.

Maybe the dark side of the moon
and maybe the cursed never dies
or maybe the legend is lies
and he's dust, and he's gone.

Forced from the face of the earth
forced both to wander and live
and who can forget, can forgive
brother's slayer, the first.

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