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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…
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
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.
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood