Bliss
If I had the body of a bird and wings I'd fly
away from this dismal world
over forests and across the ocean to rest
and forget I was once a cur
a barbarian link to the genius Americanus.
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POETRY
Bored to Death
Reclusive hermits escape from life why or where? but not from infirmities and old age where or why? that turn a rich man's wealth to ash. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com
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