Tag Archives: Peter Dabbene

Mid-Nite Crisis

Imprisoned in a cell lined with toys and circus colors Dirty clothes for a pillow, picture books for a mattress The exchange is made like this: Stay with me                         I’ll stay with you Lights out. We talk, and I know … Continue reading

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The Exorcism of Tom Bombadil

Old Tom Bombadil was neither good nor evil As such it seemed he had no place amid the great upheaval From conflict he removed himself, then they removed him too From movies, plays, and all such tales the tellers claimed … Continue reading

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