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After a short (very short) amount of deliberation, I've decided to dedicate this blog solely for the purpose of elevating poetry and poetics in an attempt to garner participation and interest. The following is an unpublished piece about Sons of Anarchy. Ode To Samcro You are rugged, wind whistled leather kuttes. That strike fear in the hearts of outsiders. But love in your locals. Dirt, conflict and time strewn into the grooves, the patches proudly tainted with mayhem stains. Samcro born out of unity, brotherhood rising from soldiers together in the Asian jungle. Solution simple. Don't fit into the world anymore? Create your own. You are the protective arm of Charming. Full of warmth and affectionate breezes. The keeper of your secrets and deeds. Its heartbeat the throb of your Harleys that flow to the green and white chain link fence. The MC still standing, through the passage of years, blood, wars and wildness. Some faces changing but the mark remai...