Poems from PEARLY KAY

BEHOLD THE DUCK IT DOES NOT CLUCK A CLUCK IT LACKS IT QUAKS AND IS SPECIALLY FOND  OF THE POND
it calloused her heart brightly coloured; turqoise yellow, magenta, which she  shapes into large blooms of petals for bargain-hunting...
WHO
whothrows his heart  as the heavens throw rain and asks who loves him  who is a watch and a glass of water whose hair is made of gold who...
a heavy cart rumbles clutch of the bridge then in the garden a willow tree
a dark and sweet bam young eyes looking in old waiting for a goal to be told holding hand and standing firm no ones falling in the mold and...

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