There surely must be
because of the glory
But obviously not the advertisements
They will not be selling Winston and
...
Biking down Laurel Avenue at ten o'clock,
I see a woman sitting on a dark porch
propped up by two-by-fours.
...
Sometimes I played out in back of the meat mart,
hoping maybe the Polanskys would see me,
let me into the pool,
let me ride the horses,
...
(The birds)
Some songs are familiar, the sort
Of chirp we've heard before
...
Oliver Cromwell,
Archduke of Wellington,
Kathleen Keane
and her daughter Maureen
...
At least with the prodigal son
when he held out his begging sack
his family apprised him of their joy
and clapped him on the back
...
the Rev John Boyce,
a native here
born 1810, died afterwards
...
Hot summer night and
my infant daughter has had a fever
and I am up with her now around two
and holding her limp in my arms.
...
Is it the voice of the glacier
that rumbles in the rocks
These drawings need no embellishment
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