never seek to nullify
the neverness of not
do not despair, my darling
give it all you’ve got
the nectar of the nightingales
is sold in little packets
by nihilists and ne’er-do-wells
in expensive dinner jackets
you left a bowl of noodles
on the vicar’s coffee table
he will send a bill for damages
as soon as he is able
they found your old blue notebook
on the beach where nora drowned
she drank coffee by the gallon
and ate candy by the pound
how hard is it, really
to remember your old friends
though they never become famous
or meet unseemly ends?
let us gather at the river
as the dawn is turning pale
nancy may be in paradise
but nicky is in jail
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