poesy villanelle
� 2003 by john e
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the pretty nurse on penny lane watches poppies run their histories of shame
(every rule's salvation's drain yet never max-d, undone: a soft spot for a Broadway game?)
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the dead noose smells of picture frame blame dames same train on shoo fly run look you poems: he plays at this is not a game in feathered boa, his tree's ionic aim
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Jane Avril by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec
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