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They amputated Your thighs from my waist
For me they are always Surgeons
All of them
They dismantled us One from another

Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;
Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;
For hoard hath hate, and climbing tickleness,
Press hath envy, and weal is blent o'er all,

Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately

If a good man were ever housed in
By needful error of the qualities,
Perhaps to prove the rule or shame the devil,
Or speak the truth only a stranger sees,

It's two in the mornin' on Saturday
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The onions are fryin', the neon is
And the jukebox is startin' to play

When I was a boy I called the moon awhite plate of jade, sometimes it lookedlike a great mirror hanging in the sky,first came the two legs of the fairyand the cassia tree, but for whom the rabbitkept on pounding medical herbs,
Ijust could not...

They sucked us in;
King and country,
Christ
And the rest

God bless our good and gracious kind,
Whose promise none relies on,
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one

IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd,
Jehovah found, in slumber deep,
Adam fast sunk;
He gently

ZE not on thy beauty's pride,
Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers' eyes doth slide
Let thy faithful crystal show How thy colours come and go : Beauty takes a foil from woe
Love, that in those smooth streams lies Under pi...

It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,while I untangle my worriesas if they were twisted nets
Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,but your body, relinquished so, breathessee...

I woke before the morning,
I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,