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Lucas

Edgar Allan Poe
=Annabel Lee= It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea

**Donald Hall**

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|| || |||| || The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small rabbit which we devoured together, under the Empire Table while the men shrieked repossessing the gold umbrella. Now the beard on my clock turns white. My cat stares into dark corners missing her gold umbrella. She is in love with the Alligator Bride. Ah, the tiny fine white teeth! The Bride, propped on her tail in white lace stares from the holes of her eyes. Her stuck-open mouth laughs at minister and people. On bare new wood fourteen tomatoes, a dozen ears of corn, six bottles of white wine, a melon, a cat, broccoli and the Alligator Bride. The color of bubble gum, the consistency of petroleum jelly, wickedness oozes from the palm of my left hand. My cat licks it. I watch the Alligator Bride. Big houses like shabby boulders hold themselves tight in gelatin. I am unable to daydream. The sky is a gun aimed at me. I pull the trigger. The skull of my promises leans in a black closet, gapes with its good mouth for a teat to suck. A bird flies back and forth in my house that is covered by gelatin and the cat leaps at it missing. Under the Empire Table the Alligator Bride lies in her bridal shroud. My left hand leaks on the Chinese carpet. DonaldHall ||  || **Distressed Haiku** ||   ||   ||  ||  ||  ||  ||
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 * ||  || The clock of my days winds down.
 * ||  || The clock of my days winds down.

|| **# 440** [|on top 500 Poems] |||| || the snow and ice will melt from Cemetery Road. I'm coming! Don't move! Once again it is April. Today is the day we would have been married twenty-six years. I finished with April halfway through March. You think that their dying is the worst thing that could happen. Then they stay dead. Will Hall ever write lines that do anything but whine and complain? In April the blue mountain revises from white to green. The Boston Red Sox win a hundred straight games. The mouse rips the throat of [|the lion] and the dead return ||  ||   ||   ||   ||   ||
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 * "Mr. Policeman"**

Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am Catch me if you can Hey hey Mr. policeman I got a 75 firebird trans am With a 455 up under the hood Me and my brother got it running good Wake up behind them ol' RayBans Catch me if you can Go on turn on your blue lights (so pretty!) You know you want to I just flew by I can see you peelin' out Hows my dust taste in your mouth? C'mon smokey its time to race Lets have us a high speed chased Well hey hey Mr. policeman this is brad pasely disribing his disire for speed he likes to go fast. he uses ryme and he uses repitition

i am lucas manning i am a bad kid and a loser i wonder what it is like to be pregnant i see pregnant teenagers i hear voices in my head i want to be pregnant

i am lucas manning i am catholic i like to wrestle i am lucas manning

i talk about my self. i use repition, i tell you what i want.