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