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A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
Ah, me!
The bitter, bitter cost.
A flaunting patch of vivid red,
That quivers in the sun;
A windy gust, a grave of dust,
The little race is run.
Ah, me!
Were that the only one.
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I am leading a quiet life
in Mike’s Place every day
watching the champs
of the Dante Billiard Parlor
and the French pinball addicts.
I am leading a quiet life
on lower East Broadway.
I am an American.
I was an American boy.
I read the American Boy Magazine
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Something pierces my heart
‘tis sharper than a sword, and
Spear of any knight…
Through the eight ribs, it pierc'd
In the dark corner of my loneliness
It quickens my soul from adversity
But sometimes, put me in tears
Of true tenderness emotion…
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A summer garden, exhibiting
Through its artiste, drooped eves
What, post festive, once lady-fair
For a flower one grieves.
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Through every beam and ray
Curtain or cloud through
Windowed down on desk-top
Flat plain skied onto
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Your thought-state, this minute
For shook up musings
And joys, they advance?
Bush-lain, brief dazed. What then
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This was the night of
torture. Why the sun went to sleep
in twilight? Black panther turns vulcanic.
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Hearts we've lost, but momentarilly
Hands, let go of, for now
By which pain-count, methodical
Is clocked up; throbbed for brow.
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My ocean of love,
nobody knows from where it starts,
where it ends. It conceived a sun.
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Aku adalah aku yang ambigu
Engkau adalah engkau yang bisu
Aku adalah aku yang kaku
Sebab aku bukanlah Engkau yang syahdu
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Bubbles
Samples
Vegetables
Like and love vegetables
...
Roses are my fave...
they make one brave...
upon the button holes of kings
and
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