Certain Maxims Of Archy (Donald Marquis Poems)
live so that youcan stick out your tongueat the insurancedoctorif you will drink hair restorer followevery dram with somegood standarddepilatoryas ...
live so that youcan stick out your tongueat the insurancedoctorif you will drink hair restorer followevery dram with somegood standarddepilatoryas ...
I've served in the French Foreign Legion It's Hell! The life couldn't be harder, For it's war to the knife ...
this is the song of mehitabelof mehitabel the alley catas i wrote you before bossmehitabel is a believerin the pythagoreantheory ...
Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,While I relate a verse or two of the professional bumWho ...
He spent what he made, or he gave it away,Tried to save money, and would for a day,Started a bank-account ...
The world is mad, my masters, The poet had the facts To prove this sweeping statement, In ...
At nine fifteen a.m. on the first day of his eighty- first year. Why don't I first-person myself? I was ...
was a truly amazing manhe pretended to bericheven though we lived on beans and mush and weenieswhen we sat down ...
OUT of her darkened fishing-ports they go,A fleet of little ships, whose every name —Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf and ...
In weary circles a sick fish hoversIn a pond surrounded by grass.A tree leans against the sky--burned and bent.Yes... the ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face; Cold winds, that never make ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
He would leave early and walk slowly As if balancing books On the way to school, already expecting To be ...
Lured by the wall, and drawn To stare below the roof, Where pigeons nest aloof From prowling cats and men, ...
How I love the working-class girls of Leeds, Their mile-wide smiles, eyes bright as beads, Their young breasts bobbing as ...
A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified. Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory ...
The last Campbell's tomato soup can of the twentieth century is going to the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh That ...
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