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
...
Life passes
In spring
With excuberance and force
Like icy water
...
In late May
When the apple trees
In the orchard
Were in full bloom
...
Far be it from me
As a Canadian
To tell any
Of the citizens of the United States
...
Can those of us
Who are sane
Not all agree
That given the fact
...
There is not one artist
Who taking thought
And with careful execution
Can produce
...
This evening
As the sun
Makes its descent
In the west
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