r james sterzinger Poems

A ladies blue and white panties
A small size four
Now how do I know that?
On the end of a branch. Hanging,
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All in all
It's a dance towards end
Let's promenade
My tender friend.
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she says's it's raining
out no mo'
so I guess this rhyme
has got to go
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the real artful dodgers
are the poets

those lying
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my shadow
lies grey
mute to the wall
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Driving through the north side
listening to a very old recording:
Rachmaninoff.
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he saw her first painted
in the warm light
of a cold December.
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'O come O come Emanuel, and ransom captive Israel! '

Arnold Schoenberg's Verlarte Nacht playing loud while I travel
from Robbinsdale to Nord' East
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the white geese leave with hope
warmth, congeniality,
of a return to better times.
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