ollie ollie oxen free

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    ollie ollie oxen free

    where I sit
    I see
    nothing
    where I stand
    is never
    solid ground
    where I lay
    my head
    to rest
    my soul
    unrest
    is all
    I've found
    how I've cried
    oh
    how I've cried
    and curled up
    wanting
    but unwilling
    to die
    and I hold
    my head
    in my hands
    and wish
    that you
    were here
    with me
    and so it goes
    and so it is
    and so it will
    forever be
    me here
    you there
    never to meet
    in between
    around and around
    lost
    can't be found
    I'm way too good
    at hide and go seek

    1 oct 00

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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