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For She is SleepA Poem by implicitThis is one of two versions of this work. It is unclear which is the earlier version. |
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[Can You See the Tree in the Square]A Poem by implicitThis unnamed work uses it's first line as a title. |
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FoliageA Poem by implicitI see only leaves Yet with them variety- Some brown, turned to dust with a breeze Some green, dancing with gaiety Some crushed under feet Some or.. |
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[I Wish I Had]A Poem by implicitThis unnamed work takes it's first line as a title. |
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Lines Composed at Tollgate RoadA Poem by implicitHow lovely is the shoot That sprouts from a minuscule seed, Not long after it first takes root It's adorned with magnificent leaves! |
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What Nobody KnowsA Poem by implicitNobody knows Where the terramelons grow Nobody knows A good price for clothes Or the best recipe for scones Or how to read prose Or the Bolly-Wa.. |
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Our Things Sing of Some "Thing"A Poem by implicitHe is not a thing. but whatever |
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[To the Tune of a] Morning DoveA Poem by implicitThis work's true name is "Morning Dove" |
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To Fly Together, Two Flies Must GatherA Poem by implicitTo fly together, two flies must gatherAnd weather whatever will comeAnd whether or notThey like to be a knotThey surely will not be undone |
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the Thief's Lost FriendA Poem by implicitThe thief went into the woods again To find a long-forgotten friend The thief still bore his gentle friend's name But all else had changed The f.. |