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Floret is done --Abundant but none;No marvy in thee!Standing I -- a fickle Gardener --Through and through, aSpace with noBeauty or Revery!
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Pray for thee -- a fickle plot --Upon this frozen realm --The grime on land,Once againNeutral for a spell.Sow or seed --Will lay in wake;Past long bou..
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The bench I'll sit,and gape; toponder, andruminate.Watch the cur;Scare the lass --in their hackneyed bonnets!The late Sun has quivered, andthrough tha..
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the melancholy days fulltumbling through the Sandymount Strand;whispering the wind that fears the sky: mourning lustre of days hence. the wind is he w..
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a time a laugh a tea a sigh.al la timein tea and ryhmn.b'hoy is badder:baddest,baddish.g'hal is belvedere:belle,bel.b'hoy und g'hal:samba, ball,in the..
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for the funthe brain once hadfor the Hyacinthwithin the heartfor the wordsthe mouth once sproutand the liesbeneath the grout.
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lets four eatthe dutch puff!on this days wintercrisp sun: the break of day.dripdripdripcoffeees done.onecup twocupthreecupfour.la-de-daaren't yourslik..
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Through and farand up the gulch;above the brook, andthrough the nook;me seen old misersgone a wud:with thy Dandiesin their toques.The Nymphs they hide..
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Thursday in the asylum,but out by Friday.Seeing through windowsChoice wordsWhispering in low winter voices:Birds may fly, but loves mostly erratic.Fou..
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to buzz like flyand slither through the sky;running past these summer dayswe were not mild or extreme,living in streets we lied.for summer days will c..
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