Poems from Garrett Thomas

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God, Guns, Camo, Ammo
Behold, do not I love thee? Or have I uttered it too much? Is it not my bounden duty to lay out my heart now crushed, to lift it up,...
O Stalwart Foe! Thou budgest not. E'en though beset by my onslaught Thou standest firm and stedfast. Raising now thy hand to return my...
Thy kindnesses are to me sweet As a barbed rose, which I grasp ungloved To learn that I was unloved  By thee was to my soul a frosty defeat...
Faithful hound, long hast thou sat  Patiently, awaiting thy master's return By that lake for which thou art named Which my memory may no...
Can a man forget his sins Or shall they plague him all his life? Will he fight their mem'ry forever In a secret war of strife? Can a man...

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