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Couldn’t She be our Pet Poet?
There can’t and there won’t be the owning Of any pet poets ’round here! Read more
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Come, Destiny
… ‘Twas to thee that I was consecrate When midwifed by the iron hand of fate Read more
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Beneath the Rolling Eye
Underneath the eye roll The implied insult and the sneer Is nothing more nor less than… Read more
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biggest little question
what is indeed actually importantly up to the last wild moment unknown… Read more
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