The cottage you have outside town
is of such rustic dwellings the crown
O Furius you'll find
you don't need an ill wind
It's the mortgage will blow your house down.
CATULLUS 26
The cottage you have outside town
is of such rustic dwellings the crown
O Furius you'll find
you don't need an ill wind
It's the mortgage will blow your house down.
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Had to be a London poem
LONDON Night in a city that has licked its wounds Two thousand years. And curls around its kits Feeding and grooming heroes cowards wits Lovers and…
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What it says
ON LIGHT Sentience basks where crystals just reflect. Blind kittens stretch and mew into the sun Soft pressure on their skin. There's straight lines…
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A poem sort of about science
LORENZO ON LANIAKEIA A feather or a skeleton of leaf A spiderweb that blows in breeze when torn Out on the edge of nothing we are born Blue void's…
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