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Oh, that's it, Keko. Pass through. Go ahead.
Just walk across my books without a glance,
with all that arrogant insousiance
of yours, encoded in..
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Of hubris, overweening pride,
(a thing the gods can not abide)
and all the hassle it may bring:
of this, and blowfish, do I sing.
The former..
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The issue's not yet signed and sealed.
Three cogent answers hold the field,
and no-one knows which is the best.
I'll set them out before you, lest
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I need another doe-eyed Doña Lola,
a tungsten-hearted torturer of men.
I crave a further fling at love’s tombola,
to beard the l..
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If I’d only turned that corner …
or if you’d crossed that street …
if you hadn’t booked that sauna …
H..
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“Never again,” we say.
Those things can’t be repeated.
“We set our face against him,
and Hitler was defeated.”
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(after Victor Hugo)The child was dead. Two bullets in the head.
The room was decent, humble,
honest, clean.
An Easter palm was pinned to
some ..
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A bloke who
hails
from New South Wales
will know of Gundagai.
Some guy found gold,
or so we're told,
in days now long gone by.
I grew u..
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I got wed in twenty-two.
Took this place with mortgage, new.
Built a fence around my land,
plowed that grass with my own bare hands.
..
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Once, a little Spanish girl
was given a "regalo" --
a dainty little potted plant,
a purple-petalled mallow.
She set it in a sunny spot,
ben..
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