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At night, the rollers roil in.A roaring ocean of frigid air,An upwelling swell from Hell's icy core,Floods our temperate landscapeWith tsunamis of sub..
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The male Diana sets off againWith crossbow and quarrelTo hunt down--what?A phantom sired by fantasies,A mythical beastie that doesn't exist,No matter ..
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This old burg is cut into halvesIn several ways: half booze, half food,Sprinkled with music freshly milled;But this too: in the cracks between halves,..
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Lost in the haze of their smartphones,No time to spare for substance,The new crusaders hunt ephemeral grailsThat evaporate soon after they appear.Tail..
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You don't have to "know" me,My words stand on their own;And if you misinterpret them?Too bad--the seeds are sown,And how they tend to sprout and sprea..
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Two magnolia trees, equal in stature,Bloom resplendently in their divided domains.One, on a rise in a public park,Is admired by many who pass within s..
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Denis is a saint and my infatuation,My book of masterpieces with one single illustration,The cat of the walk, the imperial cheese,The hiccup of the he..
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Who knows what kind of spurious magicTurns a lowbrow life form (say, a fish)Into a frog, a sort of princeThat hops around making swell mudcroak sounds..
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Dead leaves rasp like claws upon the windowsill.The heater's blowing, and so is the lispy wind.A fire would be nice; a body, nicer.Books like blocks o..
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Rudeness and Hypocrisy--These are the subjects at which they excel,The manipulators of tender emotions.They prowl online and seek to deceive,And the i..
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