Ogrish Poems - Poems about Ogrish

...All quiet on the western front: The rest, in bed, still sleeping. Then, audibly, I hear a grunt; The neck hairs start their creeping. Then springing up from on the couch To do a full room swee......

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...Amidst the fine feetle of veggies in the garden of truth Stands a monstrous scarecrow. Of a fungoid parched face and a half baked gaze. Of shrunken smoked sockets and drunken knocked eyeballs. ......

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...My Loving Anguish My Selfishness is not Egocentric It is not even Acidic Though it makes me Agonistic For It is the mere Lyrics Of our Love, so Apostolic! Till the end of Times, I will be......

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