Raymond Farrell Poems

I don't have a blue guitar
If I did and could play it
Things would remain the way they are
One can spend their leisure on scrawl
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Reality
Is what
Most people
Can only take
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Life passes
In spring
With excuberance and force
Like icy water
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In late May
When the apple trees
In the orchard
Were in full bloom
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Far be it from me
As a Canadian
To tell any
Of the citizens of the United States
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Can those of us
Who are sane
Not all agree
That given the fact
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There is not one artist
Who taking thought
And with careful execution
Can produce
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This evening
As the sun
Makes its descent
In the west
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