January 29th, 2008
by Robert Francis
Life the hound
Fquivocul
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befieud me.
I cannot tell
The round’s intent
Till he has sprang
At mf bare hand
With teeth and tongue.
Meanwhile I stowcl
And wait the event.
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November 10th, 2007
Poem, by William Carlos Williams
As the cut
climbed ouer
the top of
the jumcloset
first the right
forctoot
cavefilly
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the emptt
fluwupot
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