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Winterfangs at the Hillfort
In his pagan palace of palisades and witches, an Rí Shivers no less than the peons working his ditches thanklessly Season when Mercury dips, when blue-lipped men wear an extra stitch Winter begins decorating, forceful Refusing to store your old clutter and decor in boxes marked stuff Pulling wires out of fuse boxes, leaving live…
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Orb of Maybes
To love and suffer, to suffer another, is embarrassing awfully I wouldn’t permit it normally but I am bit; the romance of Paris Makes my heart Her garret; Her sweet nothings mine parrots Where it leads; the lesson dawns: the tale in telling grows awesomely Awaiting first frost’s thaw, in awe of glassy, classy, crystalline…
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Committed 2 sinning
I commit crimes gleefully To me, the craft of ill intended action comes easily Great actor unflappable My skill never lacks, never flagging In a bin bag or rolled up in a carpet Whoever else was vying for my part sleeps with carps Shopping carts, river sharks, lost boat parts, shards of wood Once part…
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She
She’s different Of my women least giving Most gelid, least feeling Most feline, least frigid Most rigid, least deferent Least diffident, most dissident Least likely to grow, most in temper akin Autumn cold Yet something in her sweep and bends lures, I tend to go Down sewer ladders and over fences Though her myriad offences…
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