David McLansky

Freshman - 905 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (50) - Poem by David McLansky

(50) Negotiations


“A banker does not grant a loan
By such a swift election,
And sixty years is quite long term
To lease without inspection.”

“And though your eyes are silver green
And your lips are cherry plums,
And though your curls do softly sheen,
I will not rash succumb.”


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013


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