Wednesday, March 20, 2013

4203. I TRIED BEING QUIET

I TRIED BEING QUIET
But for no thundering herd did it work :
neither Bibbo or Mandelino, Italy's best.
A simple chirp. I called it quits.
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No; I return instead to the scene of
this crime - where the milkmen let
their guards down all.
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It is Springtime so soon tomorrow :

the little flowers in all their confusion
are returning already. I see their
confusion within their profusion.
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Let me continue to be a plain man,
the kind of thing, say, 'Trenton makes,
the world takes.'

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