Ang Tunay Na Lalaki Meets Barbie At The Shark Bar (Nick Carbo Poems)
on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night.Her head sticks out of some woman's tote bagplaced on top of the ...
on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night.Her head sticks out of some woman's tote bagplaced on top of the ...
There was snow that afternoon covering the roadwhich twisted toward the secretof water, the mysterious surgeof sludge & loam, the ...
All his life he was building something, inventing something.Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,so as to cuckold the ...
I take you looking at the statuethe smile is yours and the stone is youthe stone is simple and the ...
An old woman rubs her eyesAs though she were stroking children back to life.A slender Jewish boy whose foreheadIs tall, ...
Nose to window, Still as a mouse, Watching grampa "Bank the house." Out of the barrow ...
I've knowed ole Flood this last five year or more;I knoo 'im when 'is Syd went to the war. A ...
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer ...
THE long-drawn bray of the assIn the Sicilian twilight--_All mares are dead!All mares are dead!Oh-h!Oh-h-h!Oh-h-h-h-h--h!!I can't bear it, I can't ...
The thoughts of the future doth puzzle my mind, And O'how I shudder at flitting of time; It seems that ...
"Soft April sunshine sweetens all the world, Yes, even the county-town with smells of spring; And life is busy where ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
Back of each soldier who fights for France,Aye, back of each woman and manWho toils and prays through these long ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
I watch the man bend over his patch, a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and ...
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