Poems from Beatrice
I once knew a lady who moved to MilwaukeeAnd what do you think she wrote me?"I once knew a man, and he once knew me,Until I moved out to...
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All are scrambling,
Trying to find happiness,
Many agendas.
Have you ever observed an Avocado?
How sincere and green they seem to be,
How pleasantly honest they seem to me,
Without any false sense...