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A sere old bird came to peck at me
While I station-sat in self-harmony.
In his withered, wobbly, bony crooks
He cradled a cluther of godful books.
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The second hand: Around it sweeps
In tiny ticks, no wholesale leaps.
A weakling limb, it can't swing freely,
Escape the dial, perform a wheelie.
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Beware the everlasting limbo
That swirls about you once a certain
Milestone of middle age is reached.
The prejudice of youth,
Or even one's own ..
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Everyone laughs at the fool,
even though he dresses up nicely combs his hair shows up on time makes a good faith effort converses politely inquires..
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I've come to this conclusion:
There are few satisfactory paths in life--
There's success, with all its concomitant ills,
And nonfulfillment, rich i..
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My divorce from nature pains me--
It's enforced by practicalities:
Expense of travel, loss of vigor
That once propelled me up clatterstone trails..
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The odious date is fast upon us,
The nadir of Hope and Integrity,
The ascendancy of gross Self-interest,
Whereupon the skies will darken,
The heav..
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And so, as I thrash and throe in bed,
Seeking alignment with slumberbum leys,
I whisper my sorrows into my pillow
In lieu of an ally's sentient ear..
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Cheap dates are wonderful, don't you think?
For fifteen dollars apiece we dined
On cheesy, wood-fired, neutral ground.
A milquetoast mouse with a F..
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That they should die together is,
In certain ways, fitting.
The turmoil of leading spotlit lives,
Always under the mandate, Perform! Perform!
Exac..
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