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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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Three years of the dangerous COVID-19 plague
the deadly germ that came from Central SE China
where the cradle of urban civilization in the Yangtze River
a city known for its 3500 years of history
...
Love for love's own sake makes my Muse sing
Enjoying wonder and awe of your presence.
Knowing you are in the world, breathing same air
Blessing of love I never thought to embrace.
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She was living the best of life,
In the midst of her friends,
With an angelic voice.
Admired by everyone with hate.
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Those children are dear to me
Sleeping under the over bridge
Wearing tattered clothes and
With belly as a cave due to hunger;
...
Does she
Remember long ago in youth
When we walked
Hand in hand
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I see beauty in the flowers,
I can sit for many hours,
Just watching the showers fall,
To hear the call,
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Tot diep in de nacht
voelden ze zich winnaars
Het bloed was gevloeid
en het was niet van hen
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Deep into the night
they felt like winners
The blood had flowed
and it was not theirs
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The Mỹ Lai Massacre
Of Nineteen Sixty Eight.
Army Major Colin Powell,
...
Shadow figures, I sense; mistrust's
Blackening swirl winged in.
Expelling each, let me dispel
You of such dark fearing.
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