Statement of Fact (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An unproven fact isn't A fact Allegation assertion contention Is not fact January 3, 2007 19:39 (Raymond A. Foss)
An unproven fact isn't A fact Allegation assertion contention Is not fact January 3, 2007 19:39 (Raymond A. Foss)
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
A bit of nature's sculpture out in the northern woods a solitary beech leaf brown and curled around the stem ...
A bright clear blue day in January after a cold snowfall overnight off the road, only glimpsed momentarily as I ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
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What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face ...
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork Without a Revery -- And so encountering a Fly This January Day Jamaicas of ...
What is it about Bryan Adams and his song 'Summer of 69'? Why do the lyrics linger? Was it 90° ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
These are outsiders, always. These stars- these iron inklings of an Irish January, whose light happened thousands of years before ...
I don't care how God-damn smart these guys are: I'm bored. It's been raining like hell all day long and ...
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth ...
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