I picked and cut the stems
Of sweet pea flowers, for my beloved
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New Breed
She is pretty and young as well
A disarming smile
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Paperweights
Sitting on desks
Hold down memos and memories
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bitten by little chances
tears at the heart
swim to the brim
eyes are dimmed
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you're as old as you feel
the old man stuck his hands
between her legs
the old woman powdered her nose
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The art of evidence
Is dead
Rhetoric may be used
And held against you
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