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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

Buffalo Bill ’s

Buffalo Bill ’s
defunct
          who used to
          ride a watersmooth-silver
                                        stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
 
                                                      Jesus
he was a handsome man
                        and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury

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