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“Before the horn of summer caught the tune Born in the shell of grief. The velvet bone Of sea-weed forests melted in the noon ...

“A tiny dingle is Milk Wood By Golden Grove ‘neath Grongar, But let me choose and oh! I should Love all my life and longer T...

“Don’t be too harsh to these poems until they’re typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least if th...