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Poetry: Paul The Skull/The Skull of Paul

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By Dan Leicht Paul was very tall and now I have his skull but that’s not what this poem is about at all Relax it’s a replica given to me as they were cleaning out the office of a surgeon

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Have A Good One – New Poetry Available @ Spillwords

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Have A Good One  Please rate and share you if enjoy. Thank you, Dan   More poetry available @ Spillwords

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New Poetry at Spillwords

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A few of my recent poems are available to read on Spillwords.com, along with a wide array of other poets as well. A few of my most recent: Priorities Beside a Bookcase  Replica of a Skull  

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nightingale It started out as a song, the one that happened to play as he made that sharp turn around exit twenty-five on their first date. She was passing through the radio stations not wanting to listen to a song

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New Apartment by Dan Leicht

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New Apartment By Dan Leicht   There was something eerie about the lone crate tucked into the corner of the room. He entered his new cramped apartment, placed his boxes down, uncertain what might have been left for him by

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Hidden Gem – By Dan Leicht (Poetry)

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Tranquility – Poetry By Dan Leicht

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Cabernet – By Dan Leicht

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Cabernet Together they open a bottle of wine, the one that’s been in the cellar since they returned from Paris a decade ago. Two glasses are filled half way, followed by the satisfying cling as they meet in the air.

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ambidextrous – A Poem – By Dan Leicht

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Some perfect elixir resting in the hand not holding the pen, swapping when the fingers grow too cold Spilling out some story to purge your mind before venturing back out into the deep, often times intimidating, landscapes Break a sweat outside one

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Poetry: Midnight Lighter

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The midnight lighter is lost Purchased in a stupor Alongside cigarettes From Nathan across the counter Costing nothing more than conversation Said it’s been a dull night Enjoyed my humor Last seen sitting alongside a book of short stories The

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