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On a Bench Passing byA Poem by Mr.BoffinThe bench I'll sit,and gape; toponder, andruminate.Watch the cur;Scare the lass --in their hackneyed bonnets!The late Sun has quivered, andthrough tha.. |
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A Garden in WinterA Poem by Mr.BoffinPray for thee -- a fickle plot --Upon this frozen realm --The grime on land,Once againNeutral for a spell.Sow or seed --Will lay in wake;Past long bou.. |
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A Gardener in WinterA Poem by Mr.BoffinFloret is done --Abundant but none;No marvy in thee!Standing I -- a fickle Gardener --Through and through, aSpace with noBeauty or Revery! |
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GraveA Poem by Mr.BoffinThis my Gravedigging hourlingering, peeping --with Ladies and --their squeamish little Teardrops Me my SpadeWe till,We slog and layEach other downUpon.. |
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Walking on a Winter NightA Poem by Mr.BoffinUpon my foot,A white sootLives, and Dies --SimultaneouslyChilly calm;A whisperAbout --My faceWinding route,Rules out, andGazes longingly -- While,Feat.. |
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At The End, Near the BeachA Poem by Mr.BoffinThe Sun lowering fences,Breathing out Today --Whispering past tenses;Lowered throughout the Day. Two lovers lie On beach's dry and Clasped hands Breed.. |
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Time BegottenA Poem by Mr.BoffinTime is cruel,Purblind fool --Passing idly byMade sight of YouAlack accrued, inThe Land forgottenIn fickle Wait --To time and fate. |
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Upon the SeaA Poem by Mr.BoffinMe and my chair, With my beard fair, and Eyes glazed onto the Sea.Whispers drift, and tellOf a story, Of me and the Sea.So I'd drift, and float, my"Gl.. |
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Dreaming Above a Village FairA Poem by Mr.BoffinShe passed through night, With sneezzeee and snareThrough red brick chutes, With numbers fairUnbeknown -- Her --Dreaming in the nightShe sees soft tea.. |
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ZephyrA Poem by Mr.BoffinA face, I seeFor aeons,Haunting MeThrough every nook, andEvery lookHe stands thereMocking me.As a child, With wee little smile,Sat, sifting through th.. |
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A Level-headed BicycleA Poem by Mr.BoffinThird from left a bicycleI stand. Await for riders Jaunting me.Fat rumps, yellow, cool, driving me.TreadthreadthriftsoreFour more.Fell bell spell quel.. |
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In DeathA Poem by Mr.BoffinLaying beholdenFlowers down;Tucked betweenPraying hands --Softly spoiled,Withering frown.Darken skies leave-taking,Willing no fear --Your deathly coro.. |
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A Cup of Tea ReadsA Poem by Mr.Boffina cup of teais greenthe liquid greenwith carriage blacka handthe handthe right hand that bringsaround the carriageto the mouth that bleedsgreenlike te.. |
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A Rock EmbodiesA Poem by Mr.Boffina rock embodies many huesit sits about and stewsblack or white iron micacrystal skew brown throughmetamorphic and feldspar too.a rock encapsulates man.. |
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VaudevilleA Poem by Mr.Boffinin a townwith a North American frowna vaudevillian minstrel showcommences.and in that towna burlesque comedian takes a bow.so in that townall the anim.. |
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A Bus With One-Two-ThreeA Poem by Mr.BoffinA moment I have threeWith three others I awaitOne goes with two but looks at threeTwo frustrated with oneThree down with noneA cigarette partakes a so.. |
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ArtemisiaA Poem by Mr.Boffinan alchemy to find an elixirblack-leggism to find thegold in this elixirarroding arrow-grass around the elixirelixir is lifelife is a rose-colored dan.. |
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A JayA Poem by Mr.Boffini see a blue-bird a jayfrom beneath my window a broken-stareblue slips with chaos ajar but grass is whiteand room is emptyand i see a blue-bird but he.. |
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WhitefrecklesA Poem by Mr.Boffinwe can see the timethrough the windowthe window with its whitefreckles(whitefreckles and i) frownmy frownful facebespeckled with whitefrecklesand i fr.. |
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Walking Down An Indecisive RoadA Poem by Mr.BoffinWhen the lightis a dust bowl in the skyand the night is upon my backthrough my sighta oiseau takes flight andgolden Nymphs prance about this town. thi.. |
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