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The Enlightening Encomium of Grinning Garrick Beauregard, or, A Sailor's Death at SeaNo towering, flowering, landlocked tree / Will weep for the waning life of thee / Forgive them, friend, they never saw you smile
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Jun 9, 2010
blue-eyed blonde beautylike blue blisters in the sun her eyes pierce me / through with a fierce reckoning as she looks on / "you can't keep me here, I'm long gone" she said.
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Jun 9, 2010
baby blue.the courtesans on the corner called him baby blue, / though he cavorted around with a candid ecstasy / seldom seen under the streetlights or above the sewers of town
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Jun 9, 2010
cornflower blue.i visited the old house from my childhood / and it was so beautiful i almost wept to see / the cornflower blue build and the maroon shutters and the orange tree my
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This Poem Is About Clouds.In the days and silent picture frames / Of my childhood, I knew the world like simple arithmetic. / All oranges came from the tree in my backyard
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And How I Missed YouWhen to dust my flesh and bone lies / Bugs will eat the blue-gray from my eyes / God will take me, body and soul,
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My Oldest FriendSocrates was a savage son of a gun / Waltzing across town with an urbane gravitas, / Trumping the pimps and priests that passed
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Jun 9, 2010
Redemption and Reflection.Like a bluebird to the billowing heat, / Like a fleeing fox's feather-light feet, / I have flown to spaces far from my land.
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Jun 9, 2010
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