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And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
In the great snowfall before the b… colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow for contemp… along this road I worked the print shop
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood