Harold D. Cecil Poems

If you desire sun
In the burning night
You will unleash
a most terrible sight
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Be joyfull - sing loud
for the songs are many
If shadows should shroud
Be joyfull - sing loud
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Many things grow there,
in the sodden meadow
Many things grow there
though few have the mind to care-
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They never forget the violent twang,
relishing it with a shove of the head
deep into that tumultuous muck
from which no one comes out willingly,
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