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Ah, zephyrous day! How I yearn to copulate
With the breeze,
To have it spread my flossy seed across
These fallow lands.
It's not so easy of late t..
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Unclad, that is: umbrellaless,
I walk out in the rain;
Of niggling inconvenience
I care not to complain.
Instead, I'd like to focus on
The dribbl..
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A bed should be a quiet pool
And not a roiling, foamy flume;
Beware the signs of turbulence--
Look, look! A ripple mars the sheet.
A bed should be..
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What has happened to us, to "society"?
The Pandemic failed in terms of deaths
But succeeded in spreading apprehension
And fear of personal interact..
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So flee then, child, with cheetah-haste,
Or faster if you have the legs!
Ten months of sprinting as you streak
Across the incognito plains.
You co..
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I'm getting old and sore and creaky, verily I am;
My joints are in rebellion, my vitality's on the lam;
I've fought decrepitude with drugs, with exe..
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Do you think that group photo makes it right?
Are you saying my absence completes your circle?
I'm still there, you know.
I'm the ghost where now t..
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A full and frilly peony:
Temporal, fleecy, sumptuous,
Neither peacock-proud nor grossly garish
Like a pansy benched in a mulchy berm
Or a ballgown..
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Little colored squares piled up,
A motley stack of tiles,
A onetime swath of Roman floor
All broken up,
Dismantled pied mosaic begging
Reconstruc..
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Go softly, children: flit away
And ride the howls of history;
Sweet morsels never mangled by
The monstrous mouths of eulogists,
Let not the archeo..
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