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The Dong With The Luminous Nose

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Within a windowed niche of that high hall
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night.
Come, Shepherd, and again renew the quest.
And birds sit brooding in the snow.

Continuous as the stars that shine,
When all men were asleep the snow came flying

Near where the dirty Thames does flow
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Monday, February 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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James of the Thames 18 January 2019

A bad poetic prank played on his readers.

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Della Cook 12 June 2018

More than a nod to Edward Lear, who might count as the first surrealist...

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