the cozy dooryard

[clyde]

The bidding is not exactly going at a furious pace.


Two bit harlots,cheap speed....strumpettas....belly button teasers.






????







Anyways...I am off the block.Phooey on you ingrates.






El Championo..if you still read this, I got your note. Thank you.Will soon send something out.

Doo-Dah.






I looked at R.Grave's bio.Thinking it must have something to do with more clues.Nothing struck a nerve until until I saw the name of someone who helped with the English of his book and also associated with him in a poet's guild.

Astonishing....really was.

I have stopped...I go were I think I should and if it's where I am intended to go,then nothing really matters.




he picked her up and laid her down
covered her with a quilt




I grow weary of most everything now."When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd."That was th e opening line and title of this sub poim .Part of what makes L.of G.It was about Pres. Lincoln.Have the book and just noticed the person who gave it to me inscribed a Whitman line...."The poet is a recruiter.He goes forth beating the drum.O who will not join his troop?"

Very,very odd.



he kissed her face and eyes of brown
finally free from guilt







whispered in her ear
it is over,I am here
he held her close...oh so near
only to watch her....disappear










he rose up,looked in the sky
"Who is it has died? Her or I?"















he gathered himself and left Walden
the carvings weathered,no one will know










where leaves of grass ,once did grow

[Rileyoriley]

Originally Posted by clyde

The bidding is not exactly going at a furious pace.


Two bit harlots,cheap speed....strumpettas....belly button teasers.






????







Anyways...I am off the block.Phooey on you ingrates.






El Championo..if you still read this, I got your note. Thank you.Will soon send something out.

Doo-Dah.






I looked at R.Grave's bio.Thinking it must have something to do with more clues.Nothing struck a nerve until until I saw the name of someone who helped with the English of his book and also associated with him in a poet's guild.

Astonishing....really was.

I have stopped...I go were I think I should and if it's where I am intended to go,then nothing really matters.




he picked her up and laid her down
covered her with a quilt




I grow weary of most everything now."When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd."That was th e opening line and title of this sub poim .Part of what makes L.of G.It was about Pres. Lincoln.Have the book and just noticed the person who gave it to me inscribed a Whitman line...."The poet is a recruiter.He goes forth beating the drum.O who will not join his troop?"

Very,very odd.



he kissed her face and eyes of brown
finally free from guilt







whispered in her ear
it is over,I am here
he held her close...oh so near
only to watch her....disappear










he rose up,looked in the sky
"Who is it has died? Her or I?"















he gathered himself and left Walden
the carvings weathered,no one will know










where leaves of grass ,once did grow

My friend, you've been "off the block" for awhile now but I still you.
Doo-dah!

[clyde]

Originally Posted by Rileyoriley

My friend, you've been "off the block" for awhile now but I still you.
Doo-dah!

Oh my God.









thud

[clyde]

What happened to Prunery?





On second thought---I don't want to know.

[prudery]

Originally Posted by clyde

What happened to Prunery?





On second thought---I don't want to know.

You can't be that dense ...

On second thought--you aren't--so you actually do know ...

Exactly ...

Thou knowest .

[clyde]

I thertainly..I mean certainly do knowetht...I mean knowest.


When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget

[Sightseek]

Do you want to be buried in the blue gym shorts made famous at Saras Toga?