Waxworks Poems - Poems about Waxworks

... "The Spite Syllabub" The daughter is not The mother Sylvia’s bees were left milk, bread and butter Plath by name but not the daugh......

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...IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXII - LXIII LXII If ever I had a country with streets under graffiti And if ever I were the Minister of Transport who travels about for free I'd give a free r......

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..."Ennui Sets In” Whenever pen is placed Between purloined phalanges, When my mind unfolds and tears along the seams, I know it’s time to move my thoughts, Through the underground; That dark cr......

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...they say that the traveling carnival will visit our town soon whether the weather has been lately somehow filled with gloom and I'm just lurking by the railway tracks waiting for the ghostl......

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