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This one's a weird one about hour-glasses and bells

The moon is grim and sly, and keeps Pale secrets from her twin. She hides the darkest of her blushes Behind a slivered grin. ..

The sheets and blankets are too big For such a little bed. They drape their fringes on the floor, And dribble dreams with red. ..

Leafing through Kafka brought on this picture of a subdued afterlife.

The ocean waves are murmuring, And some who walk the shore May pause to hear some wisdom there, And linger more and more. The..

rhymed verse

Words can wriggle through the cracks Where grosser largeness blocks, And even with no aperture Huskless speech can seep through locks..

The town shone cleanest in the mist. The clerk rushed for his train, And if he dallied on his course, The mist would clot to rain. ..

Life’s a very busy thing And rushes by so fast, And since inertia rules this world It cannot help but last. Transactions p..