THE GOOD BUCK

Tag: Poetry

  • Poetry!

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    Buck
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    Here’s something to illustrate (wrongly) what I alluded to in my last entry, i.e. the glumness of being, the malaise of the mind, (the pretentiousness of) the ennui of existence. My November Guest MY Sorrow, when she’s here with me,   Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She…