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The University of Idaho Poem

*The University of Idaho* Every significant moment in history that is coveredBy the historians and the professors, is not only discussedFor what took place, but how they got there.The common question from the inquisitive mind is simply,What Led to It?

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Maintenance

*Maintenance* I’ve got to do some inside Maintenance, beforeI can even consider having company. I’ve got way too much junk in here, and although I could use some company, I’m dreading the ringing of the doorbell, becauseI am far from

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Empire

*Empire* I will take these two hands and with cracked then bloody knuckles I’ll build an Empire.I will build a fortress out of rubble,I’ll wear myself down to a stubble.I will then make an autonomous list:Then I will rulewith an

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Supermassive Black Hole Ablaze

*Supermassive Black Hole Ablaze* Your Effigy is my MuseAnd it Ignites as ILight the Fuse. My affection was carved in stone—It was a monumentBeloved—to Behold…Now the world is watching it burn.Burn, baby, burn. *** S-B-H is my MuseAnd it Ignites

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Sign

*Sign* Jay’s BBQ Potato Chips—2/$5Only we are too busy trying to read each other. We both roam about this aisle—But neither is making a move. I feel the tension as strongly as the Peach Snapple that’s in my hands,but without

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Sides

*Sides* Take Sides.Then take cover.Command your SurroundingsAnd warn adjutants of opposed troops.Shield the fort that your team has builtFromWannabees&TurncoatsAnd always be on the lookout forFifth Columnists.There is a security in these arms, butEverybody knows that the same colors don’t alwaysShade

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People Who Walk Slow in the Wintertime

*People Who Walk Slow in the Wintertime* You know it getsCold Outside,Why do people walk slow in theWintertime? The temperature is frosty and frigid—but is much colder when you’re all alone.It’s too much for me to bear, while IPower walk—They

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She & He

*She and He* She wore a trim pink tank top…That was the color of her nursery five years ago.They named her Rachel, and she was the newest of three…a welcomed addition to theFamily.She holds the brown skin & heart of

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Scrapbook

*Scrapbook* Precious carats of time cannot be restored—Not even byChips off the block.We can only pick up the scrapsand protect this lasting jewel,Even when the next generationFalls Apart. From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a TrilogyCopyright © 2013

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Alma Mater: College Poetry

I am very thankful and excited about the wave of support my posts have been receiving since last month’s release of the final volume of Alma Mater. I have been promoting the series here on WordPress for four years now,

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