Wednesday, April 25, 2012
For Robert Burns
With wit like glittered waters
To kiss an auld grey Scottish day
And woo her wives and daughters
A man could be a prince with that
A plowman of all pastures
From high to low they'd come and glow
Sweet lassies, words departed.
Sea swell Osaka liquid lead and white Suddenly the sun Tokyo. Tokyo yo So many minted faces One could never know Can...
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There's an Angel of Mercy where Christ boils his billy looks over the waters and beckons to me And the cliff tops all sparkle, a...
The old gods all dead now they lie scattered in the ruins like statues headless and chipped deaf and dumb the gongs and drums and thr...