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Let me be the first to caution you. The golden apples are, if the hard-onis for their soft skin, self unfruitful. Needing, as I, no good pollinator,to..
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And it is immeasurablethe amount of moisture and damp leaf it takes,the fluid, inexpedience.The rivers and streamsit takes the tutelary to fillthe vai..
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They tell me the hay is the hay of stickand softness. That you can sleep there,hide there. Make love there. Count your painfuldays there. And there wa..
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pauline is such a country name.
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I haven't been exactly truthful. The squirrels despisemarigolds. Why else just cut off the heads with purposeto scatter in my yard? Could they be a so..
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for corset, steven, diego, mojo, john, jacob, marie, emily, sheema, zaizul, eglantine
and all the other great story tellers that I love.
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I. Bemused byII.how similar Plath and Hughes would later soundIII.to it's 'core tore and flung cloud'.IV. But my birds intrude, intrude thru the mesh ..
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Wouldn't you think that of all the people on earth,those whohave lived and died here, that someone could tellme what the after life is like. What I sh..
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there's a brown spider living underthe Quaker Oat meal boxes thatjust hates me, but i'm toleratedbecause I do comb my hair backwardsonly to leave litt..
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A LOVE POEM
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