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KaleA Poem by Mr.Boffinthe tide washes ashoreunto the unborn day;the wind breeds changeand the love struck elderlywalk through this dead town.memories like cobwebsscattered .. |
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HerseA Poem by Mr.Boffintrickled down your loving facea name once said in disgracegirls and boys about this placesing and dance and live in spacetrickled down your loving fac.. |
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PraxidikeA Poem by Mr.BoffinDays left to discretionMindless eternity --Left for us to wonderMoments gone in the wind, andSickly thoughts, thatBoredom has created;Clowns wait in s.. |
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MegacliteA Poem by Mr.BoffinSit, and sit --Dear cretins:Watching this life all, andBlink and gone by;Peering through windows and cars, andClosed doors that block the Sun. |
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ScryA Poem by Mr.Boffinif i had a scryI would travel through mulholland drivewishing like feathersfor a fatefulpeek down threwleering windowsfor a trace of modernsociety |
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On A Sunday AfternoonA Poem by Mr.Boffinif cups of twofor three of fourspilledi woulddrown inyour tears. |
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JollityA Poem by Mr.Boffintraveling throughrazor wireblending into signsill whisper (to you)musings onantipodesbutyou won'thear;if icutoffyourear. |
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SproutA Poem by Mr.Boffinfor the funthe brain once hadfor the Hyacinthwithin the heartfor the wordsthe mouth once sproutand the liesbeneath the grout. |
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Nine Yells SonsA Poem by Mr.Boffina time a laugh a tea a sigh.al la timein tea and ryhmn.b'hoy is badder:baddest,baddish.g'hal is belvedere:belle,bel.b'hoy und g'hal:samba, ball,in the.. |
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Movement of the SunA Poem by Mr.Boffinthe melancholy days fulltumbling through the Sandymount Strand;whispering the wind that fears the sky: mourning lustre of days hence. the wind is he w.. |
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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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