Best Wast Poems

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

   (She with face inscrutable as the Sphinx.)

      Although she was nay forthright,

         Shakespeare wast somewhat polite,

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How I pine for those carefree days when I was seventeen!
I weighed a mere hundred twenty pounds and was rather lean!
I thought I could mount an Arab steed and conquer the world!
Before me bold adventures beyond the horizon lay unfurled!

In my precarious youth I never...

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she speak to lovers
all of whom she admires and adores
they whisper their wants to one another
like prayers to a god
a god that listens and understands them
they speak to voices
only to hear chants
they ask for monetary currencies
that they might exist beyond the scope of their being
who's...

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