What a fresh faced, sweet young man. Most of us know a bearded older man who's been around, well, quite a bit. I've been reading several D.H. Lawrence poems, most have an acid turn and not many are read today. Here's a very short one, but it has some of the [sorry for the pun] fire we expect from Lawrence.
You, you don't know me.
When have your knees ever nipped me
like fire-tongs a life coal
for a minute?
Fee Thomas writes - Shells On The Floor I spent the day alone filled with people I couldn't take the silence a moment longer So I hopped the bus to Uptown To be alone with f...
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