John F. McCullagh Biography

There are faces in the darkness

There to see and not be seen.
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She had been through so much,
Still, the cancer had spread
Now six weeks into treatment
She's confined to her bed.　
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The newcomers killed my woman,
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My minds image of my Ellen
Is like a rose preserved from time.
Or like a treasured bottle
from a vintage year for wine.
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My brother died upon a tongue

But now I with my legions come
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