friends on the path

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friends on the path

i think as i stroll along the path
'ould an ear approach, quite near

then, at home, as i take a bath
'ould an eye be wanted.  right here?

[a short one, to test the water
- leave me a sign]

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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