October’s bellowing anger breaks and cleavesthe bronzed battalions of the stricken woodin whose lament I hear a voice that grievesfor battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feudof outraged men. Their lives are like the leavesscattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blownalong the westering furnace flaring red.O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,the burden of your wrongs […]

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Lemon Pie

The world full of gladness,there are joys of many kinds,there’s a cure for every sadness,that each troubled mortal finds. And my little cares grow lighterand I cease to fret and sigh,and my eyes with joy grow brighterwhen she makes lemon pie. When the bronze is on the filling,that’s one mass of shining gold,and its molten […]

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