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This summer,
Morning glory
Got up a privet
To give it 
Color where only
Green was.
I don't always approve
Of what the garden
Does, but I like this.

Night School

One may dream

A player
Paved for Hamlet's
Ghost, declaim
Over old silence
Or marmoreal balloon
Drummed in heartbeats
Escaping skyward,
But I woke because the
Moon made too
Much noise.