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April Inventory

Rating: 3.9

The green catalpa tree has turned
All white; the cherry blooms once more.
In one whole year I haven't learned
A blessed thing they pay you for.
The blossoms snow down in my hair;
The trees and I will soon be bare.

The trees have more than I to spare.
The sleek, expensive girls I teach,
Younger and pinker every year,

Bloom gradually out of reach.
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Kami Bleu 13 November 2007

should be dedicated to ts eliot as its basically a loose copy of 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' with its title borrowed from the wasteland-not impressed

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Molaire Jules 06 June 2007

I saw you on the cover of 'poetry.com' ''Good to know you''

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Michael Shepherd 18 March 2005

Isn't this one of the most enchanting poems, from a lovely mind?

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