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Wudz Words | Circles 2 Poem By Wudman

Climbing trees to see the last colors on the edge of the last day Turn around watch what was behind you for the new colors of the first day History or new perceptions or illusions the end is always the beginning of. John “Wudman” Wood 4.17.2012 Collinsville, IL

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Wud Wordz | Cruel Intentions – Original Poetry By Wudman

9/11/01 Cruel Intentions on a September morning struck a slumbering America a dreadful warning. Reckless villainy, like a dart to the heart, was meant to tear our nation apart. The pain is deep, a wound, opened wide, our anger unencumbered, our restraint put aside. We, a country that stood with open arms, now looks within, […]