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Joseph Earnings, Poet

From the mind, soul, and pen of Joseph Ernest Christ.


Poison in our groundwater Poison for our the trees. Poison in food supply Poisoning our seas. Chemicals in the air Poison on the breeze....

All I have left

All I have left of you… Are two strands of your hair on the floor I see our half-eaten burritos Every time I open the refrigerator door...

Celestial Summer

Somewhere out there Cassini lets out a shutter. Beyond all this earthly junk and clutter. My earthly stomach is filled with a sudden...

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