Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • Let me learn from you how to die
    because...

  • How scraped these streets are tonight.
    These streets are exhausted from the exertion and...

  • Two is a good number
    Because you are not lonely at least...

  • When I returned from US there was no fire left in...
    no humble spirit...

  • Master asks the pupils:
    “how would one find enlightenment...

  • I've lost all these years
    for I am not going to...

  • The urge of telling
    the biggest tales even when...

  • Cut me down
    cut me out...

  • Life is dubious
    though death is certain...

  • I am only your opposite
    not your enemy...

  • Don’t be smitten by your religion more than God,
    your party more than liberty...

  • Two hands are knitting time
    perpetually...