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Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
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To Marc Crawford
from whom the commission
Whose broken window is a cry of art
(success, that winks aware
as elegance, as a treasonable faith)
is raw: is sonic: is old-eyed première.
Our beautiful flaw and terrible ornament.
Our barbarous and metal little man.
“I shall create! If not a note, a hole.
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Did you see a blinding flash lighting up the somber sky,
Fiery swords stabbing savagely like lightning?
Did you see spires of death, dark deadly smoke billowing high,
Rising above raging, flaring flames, consuming a burning building?
Did you hear the sky roar and the screaming sound of wailing sirens,
And deafening sounds that shook and split the ground?
Did you hear the soft sobs of mothers and the loud cries of infants,
Horrifying yells and moans of men in hiding or just huddling around?
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on the news ticker
another mass shooting...
he asks, anything new?
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O What a wonderful world this would be if all people were disciples Of the Son of Man from Galilee! Finally men and also women Would love one another as both brothers and also sisters in Christ Jesus! But what if people could start loving other people first as Boys and also girls! What a wonderful whole brand new world this Would finally be! 'People every where just got to be free.'
O What a wonderful world this would be if there really were peace On Earth towards all men, all women, all boys and all girls! Then The world would abound in peace, in true love, harmony and also
Lasting prosperity! For when the nations of the world worship and Praise the Son of Man from Galilee! He would richly bless them!
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How much more
Reading, writing
Should I do....
To forget you?
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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
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That night
I was tired and weary,
Soon I fell asleep,
At midnight I entered the dark forest
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They Say, I Say: NKUS
They Say, I Am Brown
I Say
I am Proud
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First step was hardest
Second took me back
Third sprung me forward
Last was easiest...
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He told me he loved me,
I didn't know how to react,
I felt guilty for being happy,
smiling at my phone at his words,
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She asked me if I would do her a favor
I told her that I am always prepared for any task or labor,
Of course this wasn't the first time that she had that request
Many times for a favor for her in the past I went on a quest.
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These are my 14 words
Unto all white supremacist I hope that they all are heard,
These are my thoughts and also my own feelings
Which were all created by their ungodly acts and dealings.
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