I have followed mice
To the mouths of snakes
Coiled round the legs
Of a ladder to God.
In the field where an old bird made love
To a man made of straw
I tried to steal his hat.
I have placed a foot upon the ladder,
And fell.
I have swam in the blood of those half eaten Mice
Listened to their dying words,
I never understood a squeek-
and the hat don't fit.















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They're awesome.
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she's not perfect; she's my girl.
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"Young man, lift up your russet brow, and lift your tender eyelids, maid, and brood on hopes and fears no more." - W.B. Yeats
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Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons. - Aldous Huxley
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