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"My words
For a rain !"
Cried the poet.

But remiss
Was the rain,

For she dreaded
A kiss

From Judas -
With the tongue.

© LazharBouazzi, 19 June, 2018
When I die – if I ever do -
Bury me in a garden, if you
Have guts;
Or in a vineyard, with a trellis,
For I will not drink from torrents
And mythic Greek rivers.
© LazharBouazzi, 24 June, 2018
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