Open Poetry #39 |
Lumber to and Lumber fro |
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since 2006-05-08
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Lumber, lumber, far repeated slumber Once done, twice found, repeated on the number Tomorrow, tomorrow, lest I see the furrow Nil know, rare goaded, ne’er seen above the burrow Believe, believe, fair songbird doth relieve Lust touch, love stroked, such longing nil conceive Bare, bare, as the tree blown full with air Hearts cold, eyes sodden, true love doth come so rare I am the two-toed wanderer |
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