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Winter's Muse
Flattened pumpkins are left out to fertilize the forlorn fields. The black bird sings strange notes from the frozen thousand-fingered bower and primitive icicles
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March of the Skeletons
marching skeleton martinets fresh from the farms and tenements wielding tanks and bayonets... right, left, right, left grand, valiant, bloody, bereft, England, France, England,
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the horns of "nevermore"
as the moon howls at the dogs and the leaves rise into the trees, skeletons in smart suits with shining pins shimmy their jazz knees and swing the skinless ladies about
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about tragedy
we are raised and steeped in TRAGEDY, at least we few Yankees by inclination or antiquated disease inclined to take the literary seriously our classrooms ring with the poisoned king
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through the eyes of the strange
"People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down" - The Doors
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