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This winter my condenser iced over
And I could not liberate it until
Winds from the south interceded
To whisk away rime, sleet, and snow.
The sod ..
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The days slicker by, and the obvious
Must be stated. Upon pages past
The foraging has been chronicled,
And it seems no withery berries remain
For ..
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Napoleon, ensconced in his plush estate,
Has only to cross a moat to reach us,
To raise his bugle and resume the charge.
He's too too close to the ..
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Have we lost all interest in intimacy?
Not the naked, prurient, sexual sort,
But the formerly lush curiosity
We once flicked out to trade, card for..
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First paragraph: ten sentences,
All but two without verbs,
And the last a run-on freight train
Of absolute phrases without an engine,
That is,
A ..
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Such luscious dreams, and so improbable,
Where minor details are magnified
And take on overabundant significance;
Where niggling nettles, all out o..
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Nothing like a good old-fashioned
Storming of the castle
To shake the chamberlains from their naps.
Perhaps now the pandering
To insane revisionis..
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Accipitrine wing-shadows sweep the ground
While the air resounds with screeches and squeals;
The hunt is on! Beware, teensy mammals . . .
To your b..
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How slow the slink of time, of days . . .
By now we should be used to them,
These hours committed to introspection,
But somehow it's unnatural
To ..
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Just because she loved them so,
Into the freezer they would go--
P***y One through P***y Five,
Once they ceased to be alive.
And when she had brea..
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