'No Women Bring Flowers' by David Hart
Old alas, with hair scarce head
To take a shave, a gargantuan dread
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'Through the Apertures of Dreams' by David Hart
Through the apertures
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''A Bird For Thanatos'' - by David Hart
Confect not that nest for mate and brood! O ebony vestured
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'Ixtaccihuatl' a poem by David Hart
Lolling mount arise with levin
Tremulous earth's nitid crown
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'Murmurs' by David Hart
Al fresco
Standing
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'The King, He Went Out Everyday' by David Hart
The King, He went out everyday
He likes giving more than receiving.
I understand him. Certain people esteem him highly
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''The Laughing Mirror'' by David Hart
Gaze into the wrinkled laughing mirror.
A wrinkled mirror that giggles at
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