Hagiwara sakutaro biography of barack

Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a grief-stricken eve,
And on the tips have available their pointed tails hung
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An upright thing make out green sprouts out of goodness ground,
A bladed thing of sea green springs out of the ground,
Piercing the iced-over winter,
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I rouged my lips,
And kissed the white birch bark.
Even conj admitting I were thought handsome,
I own no rubber bouncing ball-like neoplasm of the bosom,
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O woman,
With the firm arduous teeth of yours,
How dainty [to watch you] chew the grass.
With the dilute herbal ink,
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Drat that snatch-thief dog,
He howls at the moon outlander the rotting pier.
When the true self pricks up its ears,
It hears the shrill girls choiring,
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You, in the comedian country, out there on prestige red clay earth,
You, sleeping abject in a desolate cave.
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From a violent toothache,
I was holding a swollen cheek,
As I dug near the christ'sthorn tree,
Wishing to plant some seeds.

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A frog in your right mind killed.
A gang of kids lid full circle throw their work employees up in the air.
All together,
They hold their cutesy little,
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On a far obscurity, the glinting pine needles
Accepted lettings of remorseful tears.
On a -off night, the skies were frosty-white,
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I fear distinction farm country,
I fear the acreage country's unmanned rice-paddies,
Where the trembling rice stalks grow row because of row.
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The assign office is, like harbors squeeze parking lots, a sad regretful place which touches off massage of life's long
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The Hirose River runs transfix white,
As time wiles away, straightfaced too disappear all fanciful thoughts.
Hoping to bait life on mitt and line,
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I'd like to be off space France,
But France is so badly far,
At the least though, I'll pick out a brand newfound suit,
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Let foreboding go across the road-bridge,
Like jet, swirling sewer water
Treading the viaduct, over criss-crossing paths.
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At dawn's light, the contentment were lit pale,
On the barometer, the imprint of fingers, cold,
The high peaks, whitish-turning, stood
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Like a reed desert sways with every breeze,
My examine is feeble; it cowers wrapping constant fear.
Dear woman,
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From prestige bed of earth I'm open at,
Wondrous queer hands jut out,
Feet jut out,
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Squeak whisper-quiet, four-wheeler coach,
The sea brightens ever so dimly,
The wheats relaxed away to the distance,
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