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We stood in the cold sun,
Eight hundred thousand, defenseless,
Except for the barbs scrawled on placards.
(Wit is the sharpest tool
In democracy's..
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You'll never find me on Facebook,
Twitter, or any such
High-octane platform.
Out there the mere individual
Gets buffeted by galeforce winds
Of ri..
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The base of my glass,
Courvoisier-colored,
Is shaped like a lug nut;
I can turn it left or right,
Loose or tight,
Makes no difference to the tumb..
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The prophesy stated
That once another Easter hopped around
On bunny paws, with painted eggs
& chicks & indigestible plastic grass,
And pla..
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How did we ever find the other
In this sea of anonymity?
We both agree--it was kind of a miracle
(You say God, I say dumb luck),
And though the ma..
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O handsome youth
intent not in texting
but teasing out answers
from Sunday's clues
on the train for five minutes,
how I wish I could tell you
I,..
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Winterbirds queue at the Pike bus stop
in their quilted coats and knitted caps,
and though it..
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This sensualist novel is giving me fits!They call it a comedy, of course,Though a serious one--so much the worse.How could this book be describing any..
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The untethered Mylar balloon,
Star-shaped party favor
Held aloft by erratic winds,
Skirted the tops of spindly trees.
Catching an updraft, it as..
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Fortune smiles inconsistently
On the talented and the inept;
And when it smiles, sometimes benignly,
Sometimes with malice in its glut,
We think..
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