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O courtesan dear, thou art so sweet,From tiny earlobes to tidy feet,With perfect undulations deployed--A classic noir cat fit for celluloid.Thou plies..
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Art, when mated with profitability,Begets something else, something quasi-industrial.Witness the process of mellowfication:Defiance bludgeoned into co..
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I had a dream the other night:The cherry trees were blooming early,Now, in the desolation of winter.That may very well happen--Such confusions are no ..
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Here we are in a brand new year;Has anything changed? Nothing, I fear.The elevator continues to sinkThrough sub-cells and cellars with mephitic stink,..
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There can be no more poetryAs long as humans cannot loveNor wish to find love,For the task is now arduousTo the point of exhaustion,And possibly, exti..
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In the continuum, nothing changes,Day to day, night after night,Even though tasks are accomplished:Books are read, words scribed and corrected,Chores ..
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. . . came wafting out of the murky wasteWe call our social cyber-swamp:A lanky, leggerly, coy giraffe,A fugitive from the Nebraskan zoo, With spill o..
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What is the significance of this:That the one who can claim the highest scoreIn my tests of compatibilityIs a thoroughbred demi-lunatic?Does this resu..
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We believe that we're immortal, but we're not.The evidence arrives in dribs and drabs;One by one, familiar stars expire,Bit by bit, the world grows co..
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Hiya, Pariah! How ya been?Good to see you unclearly again.We missed you, and missing you is the keyTo gladness and geniality.Now, pardon me as I turn ..
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