Walking Up the Down Escalator
Along comes John …
Ash(k) not what...
You remember that today is...
Time to do the …
Laundry is full of dirty...
Secrets that only he...
Is no longer …
Hear ya! , Hear ya! , the Judge...
Not what you can do for your...
Country fried steak and potato...
Blight brought the immigrants to...
(sing) America, the beautiful...
Rainbow colors after a flood...
Over flowing the spill...
Way to remember his …
Poet(ry) takes many...
Style(s) is a matter of...
Taste the bitter and the...
Sweet memories of he that is...
Gone fishing amongst the bery...
Patch, cause that's how he...
Spelt his name.
John Ashbery 2017
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