O’, Do Not Speak of the Soul

Not in leaflets or amid the marching
of nuclear niore to be found,

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I Looked for You

I looked for you
in places we used to go,
I returned, I had seen,
and was conquered.

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Borrowing Sugar

I like my coffee sweet,
my tea the same, and neighbors nice,
and so I keep borrowing sugar—

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