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The world never looked,
So the world never saw
The dismal disorder
Of natural law.
The world never listened,
So the world never heard
The scre..
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Time ticks on tiptoes into dusk and dawn,
As ev’ry tock becomes a yesterday,
And ev’ry hand propels tomorrow on.
The measure of its m..
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Whether by the sweltering sun
Or the oscillating moon,
For all intents and purposes
I’m locked out of my heart,
Obstructed from my soul,
An..
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You could search me in the basement,
You could search me in the yard,
You could search me in the hallway,
You could search me on the stair;
You ..
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I’m a huggermugger.
I hug a mug and I mug for hugs,
For a hug is a mug of hot cocoa,
Good for anyone
Anywhere
Anywhen
Anywhy.
So it&rsquo..
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Give me a bunch of commas,
I will run my words with a motor mouth,
Taking the time to tack on the tally of details
Necessary to complete the cycle ..
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a poem.a po - em.Po is red, but that’s asirrelevant as an elephant walking alongand scaring a bear.Po likes trees, but that’s not why it&r..
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Life never runs straight-The rough and gritty snakeWinds a wild and wavy wayThrough sceneryWith greenerySo seemingly serene,As shadows sidle with the ..
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‘Wilt thou wage with me a challenge?’ said the weaver to the goddess,‘Thou art no mentor mine as much the seamstress of my bodice.Th..
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a little ditty for Canada Day
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