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Mrs. Malaprop, "illiterate him quite from your memory" (instead of 'obliterate')', and "she's as headstrong as an allegory" (instead of alligator) fro..
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The world has swallowed me whole
and I cannot find a torch nor
feel the light that once saturated
my childhood.
What is courage when there is
n..
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Something light-'tis meant to be amusing. I, myself, am of Irish extraction. Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!
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He sits on the back porchsmoking in the darkdropping ashes -sick fireflies.Inhales deep, but exhaleswith a whisper of white nicotinewhile he whittles ..
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She smelled of sour milkand cabbage, both refusing tomarch out the open door,stiff yellowed wallpaperpeeled away from horse hairplaster in daisy-head ..
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ich gezählt mein Geldund gingst duin der schwarzen Lärm verloren;allein bin ich armund dein Zyanid bitteren istI counted my moneyand you wer..
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To count feet jurassically‘Tis to rhyme most classicallystress and unstress I’ve been toldkeeping time your rhyme unfoldsSee the lopping o..
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Picture of Bridge St., Hobe Sound, Florida
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I am the last surviving childstanding among the coal.The ash and blood under my feethave poisoned my sweet soul.The emptiness of all that's losthovers..
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Glacial remnants shudder and moan,while snow drifts sigh and slumpbeneath the waning Winter sun.Spring's warm breath mingleswith the mist of Winter's ..
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