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"It's late in the year," the bumblebee said,"The time when most of the migrants have fled,The time when summerfruits start to rot,And I'd like to find..
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Everyone lives inHis-her-its ownPersonal universe;Everyone's mesmerized byHis-her-its ownPocket companion.Slaves to data transmission,They can't be bo..
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Reaching for as high and as far a star as AcclaimIs folly.The Perseids are more attainableThan the Pleiades,For the former tumble to earth,Crackling,I..
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I take full responsibilityFor not noticing that the trees on the east sideOf Highland are not willow oaks, but Chinese elms.For years I assumed there ..
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For days in the wake of meeting the manI was haunted by his lingering imageOur encounter was brief and utterly cordialHe instigated the chummy contact..
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Sometimes one squeezes a book like a spongeTo wring out its subcutaneous truths,To ascertain why, when it first appeared,It resonated with many a read..
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In the burg
Delivery trucks and trash trawlers
Bring in food and haul away rubbish,
While underground, the sewers bubble
With human feces and flus..
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Among these spectral specks,
These islands in the Sea of Madness,
I pilot my vessel, the Identity Nought,
Against the prevailing pernicious current..
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My calling cards,
Warm and worn from their snug in my wallet
Like untouched condoms on standby for years
Awaiting popularity,
Came up for air the ..
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Fine older gentleman, famous author
Who appeals to all ages throughout the ages;
For him a mere banquet is not sufficient,
A revamped Burns Supper ..
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