Twelve and Twelve
Apple days, orange nights, persimmons on the wind. Melon rinds, summer sighs, I’ll not be back again. . [ 1849 ]
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In Other Words
When I grow up, I’ll be a responsible essayist. I’ll solve the world’s problems, one by one. Then I’ll invent new ones. I’ll also sell subscriptions. Until then, I’ll be an irresponsible poet and doodler. I’ll be a dooet and poetler. I’ll also sell inflictions. When everyone’s well, I’ll say they’re ill. And when they’re ill, I’ll say I welled them. I’ll have blog security. I’ll be avoided from miles […]
William Michaelian 