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A character out of Dostoevsky,
Steeped in sentimental misery,
May be entertaining to read about,
But you don't want to live with him!
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It's as if I've been playing a twisted game
Of Musical Chairs
In which the competent players get ousted
And I am left in the company of
Those I de..
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If only I could divorce myself
From all the foolishness I have seen
These last twelve months, and more besides:
A sordid excess, a wealth of fuss
..
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Hail, Virginia!
The New Dominion,
Exceptional exception
To the rule of blah.
With tempered zeal
You came to the aid of
Progress, truth, and fa..
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One has to learn not to care too much
(They tell me)
About sundry persons and their foibles,
Their imperfections and albatrosses,
Their promises b..
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Broken people
Everywhere one looks;
The pungent spoor of alcohol
Imbibed from noon till closing time
Fugs up the apple-blossomed air.
A waste of ..
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What for and why can't you delight
In sphygmomagnanimous, spicate spring?
Throw out the shutters, inhale like a bellows
In reverse, run higgledy-pi..
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A vast, forbidding wasteland stretches
From sea to stagnant sea,
A parched, cracked, and arid continuous beige,
Unwelcoming and unforgiving.
Sur..
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The Fool who stands blindfolded, bare, and square
On the hurlish blind curve of a railroad track is less of a fool than
The Fool who ignores the..
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The world is hemorrh-raging--
Dark spots rise to the mottled surface;
Desperation is a fog that rolls across the water,
Obliterating logic with the..
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