The Ballad of Louis Wagner (John Perreault Poems)
The fog peers in the windows, passes 'neath the lampsSettles in the doorways and huddles from the dampSlips inside the ...
The fog peers in the windows, passes 'neath the lampsSettles in the doorways and huddles from the dampSlips inside the ...
.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
THOU couldst not look on me and live: so runs The mortal legend -- thou that couldst not live Nor ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
A Whimsey AH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's; Hers couldst thou wholly be, My light in thee ...
So much of the power the strength in witness of that which we do not want that which he doesn't ...
Beeropolis rises each summer like a revival convention on the Oak Bluffs meeting grounds A city of coolers, campers, and ...
For more than 40 years we've been good friends, since 1963 in fact, from college where we met (and managed ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes, ...
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