Nathaniel A.Wallace Poems

We Rainy Days have a certain charm about us,
Our pitter-patter is like an orchestra
But We have more players, and instruments
And parts.
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I tire,
Like the grains of sand on a beach -
So lulled and at peace,
My lethargy overcomes
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Out on the veranda
Death whispers in my name
Or I to it, see we
Are stark as starch, and deprived
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One cannot help but gazing at the stars
Notice their verisimilitude, their dimness,
Lit through the smog from a distance,
Withstanding sympathy for the other effects of
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I am from the this-a-cup and that-a-cup
Of lemonade and honeydew -
Betwixt the only remaining
Dried flowers of my childhood
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Causality invited me casually
To meet the man, but I have no interest
In being made; he chuckled, and asked if I,
Not everywhere, perceiving triumvirates of old,
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On this saints' eve, we exhort ourselves
To the fact: we may not return
From the edge of worlds;
We are not so distant.
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Stoke Choke cloak bloke fluke?
"Periwinkle"
Stroll ol' dole knoll, gnome come
"Gone aft agley"
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Soap has a place in High Fiction, my dear friends,
Contemporaries, cleaning agents, colleagues - admittedly
It is a slippery fellow, for making out to be such
A balanced base; First, we may take this chance
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