It is pleasant to be praised-
but praised by who?
Sometimes to be praised is to be dissed.
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A lone and level expanse of darkening heath
carpeted by maquis. Threads of footpaths.
A tapestry of twill-tones:
violetumbergreen. No trees.
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Mists of delusion
blowing away, leave the peaks
of reality.
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It doesn't make us
want to galivant,
this conviction all is fate.
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ho my kid
hidda home run
my kid did
my kid did
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I asked him what he hoped to do after sunset.
'Probably go back to my place, ' speculated Jack, now Anna. 'We'll probably have more watermelon, ' he further mused.
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Tanya's face went white. Her expression blent disappointment and rage.
'Besides, I wasn't expecting callers at this time. You seem very nice and I'm sure you're a good soul, but I really must get ready.'
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From the top of the page
scrolling down
like a fern unfurling
or a moth's tongue,
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