This
Is Just To Say
I have eaten and which Forgive me William Carlos Williams |
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Jist ti Let Yi No (from the American of Carlos Williams) ahv drank n thit awright Tom Leonard
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Solo per dire che ho mangiato e che Perdonami Anny Ballardini |
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ÉG VILDI BARA SEGJA að ég borðaði þú hafðir Fyrirgefðu Árni Ibsen |
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FYI IV8 & whch soz Dominic Fox |
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Disziz
Justosahy
ahve et ahnwichyuwer furgieve mee Deborah Russell |
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William's
First Draft I didn't realise before, but But I wish it weren't so cold. My face was red this morning. It was so embarrassing Everyone's poems are much And I have stolen someone's sausages from the refrigerator: The sausages were nice, though, Succulent.
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WCW
sold to WWF, the WWF, subsequent to a copyright spay with the WWF, becomes WWE.
seems to me: "I ate the pandas / in the bambo . . . and which / were
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you
worked and spared
but what is my lack of sleep in front of yours & that sense of guilt when i sit down & say i work - when you never sat down but
worked they were good i will never forget that is why i do Anny Ballardini |
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1
In my dream I was wheeling a 2 The hen must be white 3 When my shoulder mends
Two barrows had I, red, 2 To a chicken a wheelbarrow 3 Hey Flossie! See FIRST VERSION Someone has painted the wheelbarrow Perhaps it was god who did the painting.
So much depends a red wheel glazed with rain surrounded beside the white
1 Sometimes rural kids would have wheelbarrow races, with one kid in the Or maybe it's a Mormon contemplating pushing one to Utah with all his Or maybe there's a hidden reference to the neolithic tombs that punctuate Or maybe the red refers to the putative color of the indigenous population Come to think of it, farm boys and chickens. Is that "pastoral?" I have a spade in the garden. What must the neighbors think? 2 Or again, those chicken droppings would be great for the flowers, and the
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So
Much Depends
So much depends on questions. Part of a poem... A word, here. So much depends on questions, Part of a poem. Why does a poem, or does it not - Go! deborah russell |
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The
icebox so cold The plums Forgive me Harriet Zinnes |
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