Robert Rorabeck 04/10/1978

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Well, you took so long to come home To my suburbia amongst the cliffs, That I decid e d to become drunken beyond Reckoning, Out amidst the j u need cars. Now just you look at this beautiful girl Beaten beyond reckoning. Do you Know her, well you say you do. Save her and lie her in The beautiful house between He trees. If you say you do. It is all you are.
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A good and talented poet....God bless you...
From what minescule fragments of a stockpile of poetic brilliance, I am completely blown away by Mr. Rorabeck's work. From his style and influences to his timing, rhythm, etc...I hope he never ceases this archaic and timeless craft. POETRY LIVES! !
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