Poems

If I were physically immortal, I'd not stand
toes in the water on a shifting strand
for a minute or an hour of a summer day.
Not now, but later is a time to play.
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The night that passed in passion was fine and real and right.
Would it last forever or only just the night?
If you stay then we'll get married and be blessed by Church and God We'll live our lives together, lie together beneath the sod.
If you stay we'll have breakfast, and talk and laugh and play,
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