And Still The Mad Magnificent Herald Spring

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.

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The World Is Mud-luscious And Puddle-wonderful.

Well, Write Poetry, For God's Sake, It's The Only Thing That Matters.

In The Street Of The Sky Night Walks Scattering Poems