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What a surprise! These are not
poetry
n the Island
A sudden risk of birds
Horses at Dusk
They can't help it, that poetic quality.
Notes: Clara Schumann
Love, love, love, said Mozard. That is the sould of genius. I can't sleep,
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i am a pear of flesh and forgetfulness, unable
Dinner at Betsy's
There is at least one transvestite in town
Daisies for Betsy
Too many for a single-fisted bouquet,
Betsy's Broken Heart
Cakewalk the gym -
Ingres' Odalisque
Something foreign drifts into the sea of you and
Delacroix's Odalisque
Of summer sun and new-mown hay within
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