Walter Burns Poems

since I fell
told ‘er
get the ‘dore
bell wring ing
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A, meri
can we dance?

Claiming in
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I'm caught in the red rimmed
frames
of a passerby
standard of
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just because it's june
and the earth is dying soon,
i can’t tumble
mumble to the moon
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Where once an oak, is now a tallow tree
Before this winding road a sharper curve
The pungent tar that paved the patchwork years
And now the yellow streaks are slowing still
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un i'm
por tent
non gone, left
with picket
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Conformity's an old cuss
pitching forth from a scratchy throat.
A pawing fawn about to walk
on its own four letters
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I was pushed into the world
set in motion
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candied cherry
                chute
    the chute
a lingering kiss of crème de menthe
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fall
low the lead
her full o
ship meant
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