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your little voice                     Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy      With the jostling and shoutin…

i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved           the far-

my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-

what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…

perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like

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the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of

even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but

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the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig