Four on Dartmoor
Four there were in the mist that robed
poetry
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It is said by wise men, Jud,
Rougeau, Oct. 30, 1955
Rush out into the exact twilight,
Petite Fugue (Ephemere)
The waves
Christmas Poem
Hanging my baubles on the Christmas tree,
Reflection
The bridge that spans this narrow river
Hibernian Drinking Song
The garden beer's swigged down in yellow gulps of excuses
A Clerihew
A rodeo
Ricky
When Ricky rode out to the grain field
A Season of Salt
Some crashing sea will whiten on a coast
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