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'Tis love my Dear That brings us here 'Tis love That holds us close 'Tis love my Dear As friends draw near 'Tis love We cherish most 'Tis love..

Have you been waiting For me very long? Sorry, I waddle these days I was waddling home From the playground Preparing myself For my new cubicle ..

Curling his lip in Svengali soft speak He sampled his prey So many were weak Demon of conceit All eyes in a hold Planned from the start You d..

he writes like a painter assuredly albeit abstractly sensuously stroking his subject matter bringing it to life with each stroke back and fort..

As he took the poet’s pulse The poem came alive Cracks in his cranium Revealed death never lies It bled through his thoughts It burned thro..

With sullen lips He talked of death Morbid glee filled his eyes As if death were a wish He stirred like a fish Out of water he would die Dreams ..

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