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Мне от тебя зависеть страшно,
Мне от тебя зависеть жутко,
Со мной случилась ты и жажда,
Мне рассветаешь ты и утро.
Мне от тебя зависеть страшно,
Мне от тебя зависеть жутко,
Со мной случилась ты и жажда,
Мне рассветаешь ты и утро.
The old word is dead
The old books are dead
Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead
Dead is the mind that led to
I feel Very much Like taking Its unholy perpetrators By the hair Of their heads (If they have any hair) And dragging them around A few times, And then cutting them Into small, irregular pieces And burying them In the depths of the blue sea
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Lees invasion of the North written by himself— In eighteen sixty three, with pomp, and mighty swell, Me and Jeff’s Confederacy, went forth to sack Phil-del, The Yankees the got arter us, and giv us particular hell, And we skedaddled back ...
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SE by A B ‘Banjo’
This collection of 60 poems published many times over the decades appear to have one thing in common with other
As in most 1 author anthologies there is a theme running throughout
Go, wailing verse, the infants of my love,
Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother:
Present the image of the cares I prove;
Witness your Father's grief exceeds all other
Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little friend of mine,
I never knew
All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.