Andree Quarles Poems

When I feel my losses outweigh my gains
There comes a secret joy into my mind
Driving off ennui in subtle ways.
Of small trivia like sipping cool lemonades
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He slurs and burps in Marshy Fronds,
A Bandolier, all night long.
His alto Voce may be a croak,
He seems to be a happy Bloke.
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When the sun is back to stay
In the merry, merry month of May,
The woodsy folk come out to play.
And far away and on the leas
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