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It was a quiet way —
September's Baccalaureate
Ashes denote that Fire was —
What Soft — Cherubic Creatures —
'Tis so appalling — it exhilirates —
Knows how to forget!
An Antiquated Tree
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
All forgot for recollecting
Uncertain lease — developes lustre
A nearness to Tremendousness —
He showed me Hights I never saw —
His Bill is locked — his Eye estranged
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
Finding is the first Act
Is it true, dear Sue?
As Watchers hang opon the East —
Me prove it now — Whoever doubt
Bees are Black — with Gilt Surcingles —
Between My Country — and the Others —
One Blessing had I than the rest
The World — feels Dusty
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Sunday, January 17, 2010
An Antiquated Tree
An Antiquated Tree
Is cherished of the Crow
Because that Junior Foliage is disrespectful now
To venerable Birds
Whose Corporation Coat
Would decorate Oblivion's
Remotest Consulate —
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