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  • Seven Decades
    At ten I read Mayakovsky had died,
    learned my first word of Russian, lyublyu;
    watched my English teacher poke his earwax
    with a well-chewed HB and get the class ...
  • Strawberries
    There were never strawberries
    like the ones we had
    that sultry afternoon
    sitting on the step ...
  • The First Men On Mercury
    â?? We come in peace from the third planet.
    Would you take us to your leader?

    â?? Bawr stretter! Bawr. Bawr. Stretterhawl? ...
  • James Macfarlan
    'A man's a man for a' that' â?? how does he know?
    Traipsing with his plough, the rural hero,
    Swaggering down the lea-rigs, talking to mice,
    Sweating his sickly verses to entice ...
  • One Cigarette
    No smoke without you, my fire.
    After you left,
    your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
    and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey...
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Dark 4 High 3 Blue 3 Sweet 3 Light 3 Long 3 Love 3 Fire 3 I Love You 3 Hard 2


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Gz_sports22: morgan of edwin allen split the two for second.
Seanbazz12: clase is now the clear-cut best closer in baseball with edwin diaz out of action. trevor stephan is a stud james karinchak has stud qualities if he can get his control down eli morgan is super under-appreciated this is one of the strongest pens in all of baseball
Edmorgantrust: applications close today for the edwin morgan scholarships, which cover course and accommodation fees for 2–3 students to attend the two-week scottish literature course at suiss from 7–18 august 2023! more info here:
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
 by Andrew Lang

Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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