Jeffrey McCambridge Biography

We dance with the rhythm
Of leaves and grass
Wind in the trees
And lakes of grass.
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I am the
Half-way point
Between yes and no
Your green light
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We wear black to remember
A day we rather forget;
We lost one of our own
The unsuspecting target.
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Who is this that
Holds the pen, giving shape
To words, and color to sound?
I have seen him before,
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I

He sits upon his thrown
Free of metaphor and myth
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