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На шкатулке
гребень из рога зубра , пролито вино.
В итальянское платье одетая, дубово-зеленого цвета,
с вышитыми павлинами кричащих цветов,

Безіменність, барикади снігу,
Тиша - і холодна, і пуста,
Ви ввійшли тепер у вищу лігу -
Північчю збудовані міста.

My name is Johnson--Madam Alberta K
The Madam stands for business
I'm smart that way
I had

History has to live with what was here,clutching and close to fumbling all we had—it is so dull and gruesome how we die,unlike writing, life never finishes
Abel was finished; death is not remote,a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic,his ...

Throughout the course of the generationsmen constructed the night
At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet,fear of wolves
We shall never know who forged the wordfor the interval of shadow dividing the two twilights;we shall ne...

I don't Know if history repeats
But I do know that you don't
I remember that city was didvided Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But Between me and you,

Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,
The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness;
Collects all weary nothings and lugs away the towers,
The pinnacles of dust that feed the subway

he came to the door one night wet thin beaten andterrorizeda white cross-eyed tailless catI took him in and fed him and he stayed grew to trust me until a friend drove up the drivewayand ran him overI took what was left to a vet who said,"not...

John Gilpin was a
Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was
Of famous London town

Possessed of royal appetite, and feeling rather thin,
A monkey one day dressed himself in a tiger's
The tiger had been nasty; the monkey was atrocious,
Wearing on his back the right to be ferocious

The Sun's in its orbit,  yet I feel morbid
Act
Ladies and gentlemen and the day
All ye made of sweet human clay

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