Hm. Nes Poems
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I hail from Butte, Montana;
Although Bob, Louisiana,
Is the place I go when winter catches cold.
As Faribault, Minnesota,
And Fort Pierre, South Dakota,
Suit me better when the walleyes hit and hold.
'Buy land! ' Sam Clem advised me,
'Cause they've stopped the making of it.'
So I'm carting bags of dixies off to France,
To buy Mexico, the new;
Because the old, Spain beat me to-
Grabbed it all before the Frenchies had a chance.
Or maybe Bonaparte can
Take a slice of Arkansas and
Let me have it for real cheap, or less; let's hope.
For Edgar Allan
No not alone, I dare suggest,
Though all alone you felt; the rest
Forsaking you upon the stage,
Midst blinding light and audience rage.
A mother dead, a father gone,
Adopted, yet no name to don.
The demons haunting every wall
And floor, their brew of bitter gall
Assailing purest love; your jewel