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He was my sun, my one and only son,attired as a cowboy for the day.And so I handed him a little gunof fastened random sticks, for him to shoot and pla..
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’Tween hither and thither we wended our wayskipping, dancing through sand dunes, in seascape croquet.While woven in waves watching dolphins at p..
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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,passing chambers of an Heiress(though no need to feel embarrassed)through a mag..
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Beneath long lashes, misty clad, Your limpid eyes are sometimes sad; They bring to mind a homeless waif Engulfed in rain with nowhere s..
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The Bishops bathe in Babylonwhile Princes, prancing on the lawn,watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan. The King dares not defend her.The Horsemen,..
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The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazedas the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze.Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones cra..
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NOTE
TO THE READER �" Once Apun a Time
This
yarn is a flossy fabric woven of several earlier warped works, lightly laced
togethe..
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Forbidden valleyTwin peaks arousing passionTulips on the tips
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1. MORNING HAS BROKENThe men, in lines, tramp two by two(forgetting all the women who,preparing for a night of tricks,were painted with their flamin..
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Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,my visions are invisible and no one ..
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