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Not so much A pull on the Cigarette as Letting a drift Of smoke be A quiet companion. ..

Lets start over. Blasting into the air. Singeing the sky, together as we are blown away. Lets st..

Though I don’t myself it is good to me to know somewhere in a smoky basement poker is pl..

I talk about dreamliners Pleated curtains The world left behind Put in hands trusted and dignif..

The children are Like flowers in a rockery Climbing between the Crevices, unbleached And wildl..

Many of the days are unerringly hot beneath the gingham sky of blue and white. With cars that ..

The moon maybe pure gold, I don’t know. A gold piece thrown and buried in an ocean of endl..

Lets toss the ball on the lawn in the declining light. And through the open window, th..

You won’t go running round with me. You are barefoot on the cobblestone like a ricks..

I’d like to give you a souvenir. That shines like island sun speckling on the open colla..