sunny jim
by chuck leary
once i had a monkey
his name was sunny jim
and every time i think of him
my eyes grow wet and dim
i met him in the circus
in december of forty-nine
we were breaking for the winter
and our prospects were not fine
he was only a monkey
i was only a bum
we headed for the highway
and i stuck out my thumb
i wish i could remember
all the things he did and said
i only know he was my pal
and that he is now dead
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the clown
by mary c fogg
the fire
is alive
and many
eyed, twists and
falls, and its
laughter, at
what? - is all
colors, the
red open
mockery,
the gold soft
sneering, the
green gentle
amusement,
the orange
is loutish
hooting and
looks around
for its friends'
approval,
the purple
sardonic
contempt, too
quick to catch -
almost too
quick to catch
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long ago
by corinne delmonico
long ago but strangely near
a princess brushed away a tear
in her castle window seat
her faithful spider at her feet
every day the princess sat
at the window looking at
the horizon cold and flat
on her head she wore a hat
to protect her from the sun
as she waited for the one
who would sweep her off her feet
and cause her heart to flutter sweet
love was all the princess knew
it pervaded her through and through
what other joy could life provide?
so she waited and she sighed
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lines
by regina osgood stapledon
who wants to love me?
no one, it seems
will i ever find romance?
only in my dreams
who will remember me?
only the wind
for i have never been sanctified
nor have i sinned
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