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Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
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.
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.
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.
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
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…
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
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
