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"Great" Men Haikus

By seannelson on Fri, 14 Jul 2006

Shakespeare those puffy lips and mountains of witty bombast ; ' never flew first class Robert Frost his words dry, prickly oft soaked up lush, liberdad winds ; great! are his flowers Allan
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"Great" Men Haikus

By seannelson on Fri, 14 Jul 2006

Shakespeare those puffy lips and mountains of witty bombast ; ' never flew first class Robert Frost his words dry, prickly oft soaked up lush, liberdad winds ; great! are his flowers Allan
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

the Quest for Rejoice

By seannelson on Fri, 30 Jun 2006

to mine and far sharper eyes this beautified world wears a veil stitched of pride, or lust or fruit-bearing tradition; her latest dragon has unnatural scales, blows leporous fire, and snorts the very fog of war:
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journal Jan. 24, 2006

By seannelson on Sun, 25 Jun 2006

I woke up this morning with a splintering hangover, my brain pounding, hardly alive. Yeah, my life lately hasn't been that great. Mostly, I live pretty high on the hog. And I'm able to find some positive interests... like reading about all the incredible life-forms on this planet... and seeing them at the zoo.
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Dawnmares (and Benvolio, learned fisherman)

By seannelson on Fri, 09 Jun 2006

dawnmares so often they start like starlight: an open night and a cheerful invite from a new pal who seems all right, and might know tricks to besparkle our night; but 2 or 3 slips from 4 to 5,
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