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It's Too Late
It’s too late
To change my mind
I will be what
I decided long ago
Feminine Wiles
Tulips are bold things
With curving lips
That invites
A grasping clutch-
Los Angeles
A gray crowed bus
Delivered me to your door,
You must not
Have been expecting me.
Do You Love Me?
Do you love me?
I start to ask you -
As you lay your head
On my lap and I
Row Of Pansies
Black surround by soft
Purple curving
Green strokes
Connecting Ground
Juvenile Poetry: An Adolescent Cries
I hear a strange rumbling
In me, as if ten freight cars
Were rolling by,
And something important
She Said Yes
She said yes
To the man with
The soft brown eyes
Who had whispered
Viking Cruel
The winter comes
With sharp cutting
Winds, measuring
Pain in puffs of
'Kiss Me, You Fool! '
When a warm hearted Boy
Breathes fresh love pass
Glinting eyes harvest
Sparkling jewels promised
I Had A Chance
I had a chance
To be more
But because
No one else

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