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It only takes a single one, A homicidal little Hun Whose mind has frayed and come undone, To toss us into confusion. Pray tell, how many bells s..

When again may I tread the trails Among the bluebells' drowsy cowls? It seems an impossible task these days To organize any pilgrimage, Especially..

It was a crazy, inhumane corrective, Incarcerating the world for a year. It drove some insane, While others regained their sanity. There were no b..

Everywhere I hear the songs of spring: in the trees, In the boxwoods stirred by a sentimental breeze, In the ivy where the sparrows nest, Among the..

And if you went there, where would you go? What other intersection, longitude-latitude, Would hold the promise that draws you thither? For all is l..

This winter my condenser iced over And I could not liberate it until Winds from the south interceded To whisk away rime, sleet, and snow. The sod ..

The days slicker by, and the obvious Must be stated. Upon pages past The foraging has been chronicled, And it seems no withery berries remain For ..

Napoleon, ensconced in his plush estate, Has only to cross a moat to reach us, To raise his bugle and resume the charge. He's too too close to the ..

Have we lost all interest in intimacy? Not the naked, prurient, sexual sort, But the formerly lush curiosity We once flicked out to trade, card for..

First paragraph: ten sentences, All but two without verbs, And the last a run-on freight train Of absolute phrases without an engine, That is, A ..