Poems from ppadmin
The rose is red, the violet’s blue,The honey’s sweet, and so are you.Thou are my love and I am thine;I drew thee to my Valentine:The lot...
I think he knows I’m alive, having come down
The three steps of the back porch
And given me a good once over. All afternoon
He’s been...
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns...
The shirtless man by the ticket counter
has already broken the gloom here, his crowd
of two boys and the cashier with the Star of David...
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