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My parents worked with aeronauts;
They peregrinated everywhere,
And took me with them east and west
On flights across this continent,
Across the s..
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Lord, how Miller could fulminate,
Decry his low station in life, then profess
Not to care--a lesson that I should heed?
His relentless whine,
Even..
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There's a candidate out there
In the field
Whose name, like that
Of Rowling's villain,
I cannot bear to hear or speak:
I call him Frump.
Far mor..
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Helene was my mother's name . . .
And now a likewise-aliased storm
Is wheeling across the Gulf in her honor,
Or so I'd like to believe.
Independen..
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Autumn clematis blankets the hedges
In petaled snowfalls;
Perky zinnias refuse to wither;
Angel wings, nodding fair,
Abound along a low brick wall..
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The Bard looks down on his stolen domain
And despairs.
This realm would be his but for the tenets
Of adequacy.
The once-fertile land has been deba..
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These are the commoners' tombs,
These are the catacombs of the once-living;
Trapped in chambers of emphatic habit,
They lack self-sufficiency and i..
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The hibiscuses are flourishing
In their tidy slough
Within the triple interstice
Of layby lanes.
Wilty crimson disks
Proclaim their impassivity,
..
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Collaboration? Its very mention
Turns my stomach.
This tickertape machine has clattered
In perfect rhythm and harmony
For decades under its
Bellj..
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We tend to forget
How most of the world works;
I'm guilty of that, too.
Paupers eke out stability
In narrow margins,
A bare existence,
While her..
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