Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • Everything is for acting
    I am an entertainer...

  • Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
    this hug- less kitten in the cold...

  • How and how much do you sell your conscience?
    How, how much and to whom...

  • Everything is for acting
    I am an entertainer...

  • I am like a pauper.
    My begging limbs elongate against...

  • I am the humble man of your virtue.
    I am the fire from within...

  • The biggest nemesis of spring
    is not winter that imbues her...

  • Snowflakes are pouring in
    and drought is pouring out...

  • When love is free from
    possessing, the pathway of...

  • I am still stamped in the moment
    before you vanished...

  • Life is not easy
    for easiness is death, hence...

  • Gadfly (1) 1

    Buzz, buzz
    This was...