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Two magnolia trees, equal in stature,Bloom resplendently in their divided domains.One, on a rise in a public park,Is admired by many who pass within s..
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Denis is a saint and my infatuation,My book of masterpieces with one single illustration,The cat of the walk, the imperial cheese,The hiccup of the he..
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Who knows what kind of spurious magicTurns a lowbrow life form (say, a fish)Into a frog, a sort of princeThat hops around making swell mudcroak sounds..
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Dead leaves rasp like claws upon the windowsill.The heater's blowing, and so is the lispy wind.A fire would be nice; a body, nicer.Books like blocks o..
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Rudeness and Hypocrisy--These are the subjects at which they excel,The manipulators of tender emotions.They prowl online and seek to deceive,And the i..
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Some sleeping beauties are so soundly a-drowseThey cannot be stirred, they cannot awake.Such potentials lost in narcotic hazes,Such empathies and kind..
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Everywhere I go these daysI see overwhelming sadness,A grieving for how bad things are,How far elation has fallenInto the psyche's sodden bilge.The un..
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Other people have other people,And I have--these stupid little poems,Through which I communicate with my others,Who must remain anonymous.But a poem c..
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A friend of mine--roughly half my age--And I despair when we considerThe younger set. We view them with pity,If not disdain, as they consistently seem..
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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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