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Gorgeous fruit, You are the mercury and I the ***** slanted surface; Faults in the flesh cry “Scarlet ants To fill my dreadful purpose!” My little voice that steals from the page Can fill the singing water. But I wonder often If all my breath Is in accordance with That great tome At the end of all our days Which instructs us In the proper use of semicolons. Until we know, I bar my Wanton lips. Get up and bar my wantonness That I should Live in the sands I am Allotted. O despairing syllabus! Can you- will you care to number On the murmuring calendar all The days you must Wait for me to clasp The iron bar? Ay, with my teeth set as far Apart as my shoulders And my very animus Sewn into the college ruled Notebooks, records, loose-leafs With looser thoughts. What I would do without The seventy Anticipatory footsteps in the snow Might stop the very Pull Of land and ship And pull out every Stop From under our deck. Gorgeous fruit, I ask You to pull the pencil From my desk and entice Me once more from my bed.
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 2:21 PM UTC
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Gorgeous fruit, You are the mercury and I the ***** slanted surface; Faults in the flesh cry “Scarlet ants To fill my dreadful purpose!” My little voice that steals from the page Can fill the singing water. But I wonder often If all my breath Is in accordance with That great tome At the end of all our days Which instructs us In the proper use of semicolons. Until we know, I bar my Wanton lips. Get up and bar my wantonness That I should Live in the sands I am Allotted. O despairing syllabus! Can you- will you care to number On the murmuring calendar all The days you must Wait for me to clasp The iron bar? Ay, with my teeth set as far Apart as my shoulders And my very animus Sewn into the college ruled Notebooks, records, loose-leafs With looser thoughts. What I would do without The seventy Anticipatory footsteps in the snow Might stop the very Pull Of land and ship And pull out every Stop From under our deck. Gorgeous fruit, I ask You to pull the pencil From my desk and entice Me once more from my bed.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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cody-edwards
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 2:21 PM UTC
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