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Ode to Stuff, a Collector tale By Samuel Andrew Romo What will
Ode to Stuff, a Collector tale By Samuel Andrew Romo What will they think? When there’s a new face? A Sight unwise They been shunned to the she...

Statements on Which to Dream By: Samuel Andrew Romo Close your
Statements on Which to Dream By: Samuel Andrew Romo Close your Eyes And Change the world of View Unto the earth--- Many forms of reality Searchin...

Parker Dances the Waltz By: Samuel Andrew Romo In the middle of
Parker Dances the Waltz By: Samuel Andrew Romo In the middle of the room the song gently goes, The lights above and below Linger brightly, Yet, fic...

Of Concrete City By: Samuel Andrew Romo I used to always have a
Of Concrete City By: Samuel Andrew Romo I used to always have a pen and paper Whenever I went anywhere There was always fantasy New faces and places...

While Riding the Bus By: Samuel Andrew Romo I woke before the sun
While Riding the Bus By: Samuel Andrew Romo I woke before the sun I got to see it arise Once in my life With my very own eyes (-as if it were a ...

Immortal’s Madness By: Samuel Andrew Romo Talking to ones self
Immortal’s Madness By: Samuel Andrew Romo Talking to ones self Never knowing what’s in mind. Before comprehension a fixed ramble ‘Bout a Pea...