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The Final Draught- A Poem By Matt Flumerfelt
In madness o'er the waning hour
that heaven vastly portends,
obscured by clouds that ominous lour
before the storm its force expends,
I drain the bitter cup of...
Winter – A Poem by Matt Flumerfelt
Winter, mad as a March Hare,
was finally making its departure.
The frenzied snows of yesteryear
had gone, no one knew where.
Winter's bite was bitter.
The Cold War...