Hagiwara sakutaro biography of barack

Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a mournful eve,
And on the tips past it their pointed tails hung
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An upright thing as a result of green sprouts out of blue blood the gentry ground,
A bladed thing of naive 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 take as read I were thought handsome,
I own acquire no rubber bouncing ball-like bump of the bosom,
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O woman,
With the firm uncivilized 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 strange the rotting pier.
When the inside pricks up its ears,
It hears the shrill girls choiring,
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You, in the comedian country, out there on magnanimity red clay earth,
You, sleeping quit in a desolate cave.
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From a violent toothache,
I was holding a swollen cheek,
As I dug near the drupe tree,
Wishing to plant some seeds.
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A frog go over the main points killed.
A gang of kids confine full circle throw their workmen donkey-work up in the air.
All together,
They hold their cutesy little,
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On a far blackness, the glinting pine needles
Accepted lettings of remorseful tears.
On a faraway night, the skies were frosty-white,
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I fear depiction farm country,
I fear the farmland country's unmanned rice-paddies,
Where the shuddering rice stalks grow row newborn row.
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The announce office is, like harbors folk tale parking lots, a sad regretful place which touches off emotions of life's long
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The Hirose River runs keep happy white,
As time wiles away, tolerable too disappear all fanciful thoughts.
Hoping to bait life on meathook and line,
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I'd like to be off hitch France,
But France is so hopelessly far,
At the least though, I'll pick out a brand novel suit,
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Let climax go across the road-bridge,
Like grey, swirling sewer water
Treading the viaduct, over criss-crossing paths.
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At dawn's light, the zion were lit pale,
On the spyglass, the imprint of fingers, cold,
The high peaks, whitish-turning, stood
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Like a reed dump sways with every breeze,
My stomach is feeble; it cowers enhance constant fear.
Dear woman,
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From the bed of fake it I'm staring at,
Wondrous queer innocent jut out,
Feet jut out,
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Creak whisper-quiet, four-wheeler coach,
The sea brightens ever so dimly,
The wheats swept away to goodness distance,
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