102

First one paid nine
then, two paid eight
then three paid seven
then, four paid six
then five paid five
then six paid four
then seven paid three
then eight paid two
and finally, nine paid one,
wee, wee, wee, wee, wee
all the way home.

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Mr. Hay

For I am Mr. Hay
My ways are not your ways
And I don't care a jack-straw
For anything you may say.
I've my eye on you
I'm so very grand
That if I were a crow
I wouldn't give a caw
I'd simply fly away
For I am Mr. Hay
Or am I Mr. Straw?

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Egisto

Founder of neither hearth nor home;
of sin and in sin conceived and born;
dreamer awake and scheming in the night;
letch, who'd bed only the king's wife;
neither lovely, poor wretch, nor lucky;
inheritor of only darkness.

Machado

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Fee-fie-foe-fum

Fee-fie-foe-fum
Mans need to moralize random outcome

Fol-de-roe and fol-de-rol
so the uncontrollable seems controllable-

Fum-foe-fie-fee
Heinous and useful, both, then, morality

Fol-de-rol and fol-de-roe
What far less important than Who.

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Lied III

Like one of those toys
where you have one laquered figure
the which, unscrewing, yet another
find, and within it another still
and so on, each identical, smaller version
more charming and mystifying than the last
and so on and so on, to infinity.

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167

Cashmere overcoat
closed out from Sims
warm, with navy hems
reaching past the knee
pocket deep and buttons three
fastened to the throat
collar up against the winds
cloaking many sins
sadly you mis-tag me
a 'have'
though in grim reality
I 'haven't.'

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76

Death is the leopard in the grass
by the red roadside
waiting for the flock to cross

Watching with eyes of glass-
golden, green-flecked eyes.
Duck if you can, or jump high.

Run, if you can, helter-skelter,
but don't turn back-
you, too, need water.

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Those Two

Humor has a merry mien:
he warms the blood and heats the soul
and percolating through the spleen
purges from it Envy's bile.

But Wit has on his sabor tip
the heart of many a paladin
who travelled far to challenge him.
He doesn't lose. He plays to win.

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American Lit: Multiple Choice

Please Choose One Only: Emily Dickinson

1) was obviously schizophrenic

2) had an obvious personality disorder with obsessive-compulsive traits

3) was obviously color-blind

4) was obviously in love with her sister-in-law

5) none of the above, obviously

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Equals

One rises, one falls.
They rise and fall
the pans of the balance
fear of anger
anger at fear-
one rises, one falls.
and it's not at all clear
how things will settle, finally.
One rises, one falls.
It isn't at all clear
as it stands,
how things will approximate.

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