Each day I'm plagued by three doles,
These gargantuan weights on my soul:
First, that I must somehow EXIT this fen.
Second, because I cannot know WHEN.
And yet it's the third that torments me so,
Having no way to know where the HELL I will go!
('Ech day me cometh tydinges thre' loose translation by Michael R. Burch; keywords: doles, dolor, tidings, sorrow, pain, depression, lament)
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to live among the daffodil folk...
slip down the rainslickened drainpipe,
suddenly pop out
the GARGANTUAN SPOUT,
minuscule as alice, shout
yippee-yi-yee!
in wee exultant glee
to be leaving behind the LARGE
THREE-DENALI GARAGE.
('escape!' by michael r. burch)
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