A man may bend; a man may bow.
He may intently peer
Into the past to bid it ciao,
But cannot bring it near.
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I hab a liddle trouble wid my node and allergies;
I'm allergic do the grasses and de bollen ob de drees.
My node will start do dickle and my node will start do run,
Den, coughing and a-wheezing, I'm nod habbing any fun.
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I sailed the seas once, years ago,
And fond my memories
Of how the wind whipped up the waves,
Of tropic isles and trees.
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There lies the bridge; we cannot see the end.
It disappears in shadows 'round the bend.
We know the way is littered by the leaves;
And, darkness falls upon it - there one grieves.
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The leaves, now liquid, pour from off the trees.
The summer bloom is past, a pause, and then a blast
Since winter rides upon the northern breeze.
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The nymph reclines, her head against the rail,
Blue Seine below, the golden sky above,
As she surveys the scene of Cupid's trail -
The city where he spread the dust of love.
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I passed the place four crosses mark;
I shook my head and sighed.
The flowers draped upon them live -
It was four youths that died.
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'Tis shame to see a mighty oak
Ruined by internal rot,
Or felled by lightning's single bolt
So that which was, is not.
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The north wind blew a single leaf,
Dried like a golden harvest sheaf,
Across my driveway's cool hard sheet,
Near where the grass and concrete meet.
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The love of money evil is,
And subtle as it brings
An excessive interest in -
Not people - but mere things.
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