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Long
ago, when the castle yards were green
With ivy abreast the archways of stone,
When the westerly moats ran healthy and high,
As all the king&..
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And God said 'Let there be poets, and there came wild buzzards from North,fowl toes clutching mats and megaphones, philosophy of hawk, crow, zen,heavi..
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What of civilizationSay these wretched hollow shrillsSay these goat-haired grunts to the noosing hillsSay the black-bird's worm to the ole chopping bi..
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Turning gray
overnight is the way men age.
The chasm
grows wider, 'n smaller th' cage.
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The rainy cloudy climes
that crest in November
will pass, the crawling winter ice
will thaw and be gone..
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I'm
tired of striving.
No more striving.
Not anymore.
There is too much to do Like taking out the trash.
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Muster
to the North at two
yelled the sergeant major all the way through
as a private limped past
on a leg..
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