Brett Moore
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The Lake HouseA Poem by Brett Moore |
Crisis FaithA Poem by Brett Moore |
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Picking Bones.A Poem by Brett Moore |
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Dueling EgosA Poem by Brett MooreFor me, this is a rare rhyming poem. Spoken word because it has a cadence. Almost like a rap but I'll stay in my lane. |
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The Bum KingA Poem by Brett Moore |
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A Love NoteA Poem by Brett Moore |
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I AmA Poem by Brett Moore |
Broad Street BluesA Poem by Brett Moore |
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ReflectingA Poem by Brett Moore |
If my memory serves meA Poem by Brett Moore |
