Lonely Mountain Sonnets and Other Poems

by

Bertha McBride

Copyright 2011, William McBride

ISBN 978-1-257-10893-0

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The rising light is compounded well.
The leaves will brim to another place.
An all-stolen myth-worlds commonplace.
And yesterdays great ways compel.
A need to steal and divide into trance.
The wars embellished by more to come.
Theres lots of rotten fruits to shun.
Gestures of a poor crews dance.
Monumental Summers growing leaves anew.
The shiny light-rays are now tamed.
Shadows from the light on the ground are aimed.
The sky looks sad to a simple few.
A cloud appears hold in the bright.
The years to come, so much with light.
- Tikbot

2.
The push of the flood of a night of stars.
Smartly watching a red fire-care.
Souls laugh in the free landscapes there.
The tally of our heaven-taken hope.
A vessel down a vivid shore is the same.
Somebody drops ropes in his escape.
The sun rolling over a bright yardscape.
In visions of love life finally came.
Over the entrance we muse well.
The dirt in the ice stays in suspense.
The grass grew new by a garden fence.
An old surroundings wonderous shell.
The soul in Summertime wears a smile.
Flecks in the evening last for a while.
- Diana

3.
Red lights are by a gas station.
The heat-blackened time of the night-time ticks.
All the children came clinking all of their sticks.
Some peoples selfish domination!
The freeze of a simple morning breeze of the day.
Bare feet want to meet with the brook over there.
An Angels body set forever in prayer.
A white days light all down in a ray.
The acorns have flecked all the roofs and lands.
The rain cloud roaming in the breezes hops.
Winds cross the rye of the high hilltops.
Clams lie down within the sands.
The limbs of the trees stretching extend
The scent of the bent dawn in their bend.
- Penny

4.
Invisible halls of much life have we.
Absent souls of thousands of men above.
We expect these spirits of Time to love.
Many souls tremble, part and flee.
The brown bark turning all around the tree.
Grand mistakes stealing thoughts forthward.
A thin expiring breath thrown out unheard.
The supplied voyages of an open memory.
Seas dancing drunk with the colors of blue.
The grey mean root of a plant doth lay.
The bloom of the peaks of the shadows of day.
Finding and finding a trip for a few.
Using the Mind to think back to a date
From early daytime now turned to late.
- Ora

5.
To clear everything for a new pastime.
The danced body comes back with flowers.
Dancing lone and within showers.
To come and touch with a hope sublime.
The wind holding childs of yesterday.
To help the birds now find their tree.
A mountain knows Eternity.
A striking day atop a thick roadway.
Curse the asker hurt within.
The fragile world is lost again.
New or old their load explodes.
Dancing breakers incomplete.
The waving wheat in new waves meet.
- Marion

6.
My wounds were drawn into the wild.
The threatening winds strike things down.
They have journeyed off into town.
The hurried sires with bleeding child.
A new green for a few on the lawn.
Much, much green in the weedy yard.
The life to gape all years onward.
Heads criss-crossing after dawn.
A Death-destroying Life is amid our hands.
Birds of song heard after wars.
The identified song made of outdoors.
Old bare sands in hissing lands.
The angry shore is calmer now
As the old time waves forgotten show.
- Bertha

7.
For I have known Life to be thrown.
I have the sun and the wind for fun.
The Life-Milk is infinite now begun.
And here a few words of air so blown.
A vivid desire to disturb alike the cost.
Letting poor lovers know a new pay sore.
They are crying for the green fruits more.
Wet grapes getting lost as theyre tossed.
Stand up and receive the look of a brook.
Not a happy dirge, but a happy place.
When strong airy horses above will race.
The outside rustles as an unseen spook.
When soul-cold branches are in a spin
The Makers of Time are well again.
- Tikbot

8.
Great wine much that we can buy.
Our months flower buds begin to close.
Simple men march in lines and rows.
Marching by a spacecraft high.
Much golden wine is in our cup.
Like the August leaves blowing dead,
The fall of evenings beauty red
In a hot nick downfallen from up.
A little happiness will expire in sand.
Outside everything, outside borrow.
To suffer outside tomorrows sorrow.
Hours and hours of a ticking time band.
A time of strange newness coming back.
Time to be a good lady by its track.
- Honey

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A simple reason of worth to come.
Sleepy bright dew on the waving grass.
One soul drying her tears with a pass.
To think of how the great words cipher some.
Many trees turning wet in wet air.
That is beyond noise which is hope.
A lonely pretty soul in sight to cope.
The poor seeing more to care for prayer.
New stars descending into the black.
Summers airy heaven is happy and big.
The August willow trails above and fig.
Ever more stars outside out back.
Come now pools of Night after light.
At dusk the Moon climbs to her height.
- Bertha

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10.
A reason for living was in my head.
Our eyes captured all of the poor shield.
Remembering the broken sticks of the field.
The swirls shake curls and make us red.
Some years it will ice over all again.
An old heap of cold full of cold delay..
A lovely year always a world away.
We came upon the open ice in the rain.
We will roar monumentally for the ice.
A soul out of character because of a gift.
We perceive much fear in the Winter rift.
With an old personality to be nice.
Bleak be the Winter, still yet fun.
To delight an old soul when he will come.
- Tikbot

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11.
We to the rolling air are called.
A patient fellow comes out to roam.
One lost child is almost home.
The good men care to commit more prayer.
Lift up the stitched up clothes when sown.
New beams spearing opening through,
Over wide hilltops still yet few.
The beautiful gossamer lying down.
Slow go the spotted fish below.
Fairies in the side spaces of the Night.
In our labors fair we learn delight.
An old-timers life stops hurting so.
The cast in time to give us a toss.
The evenings airs submit their loss.
- Tob Shbeeb

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12.
The old light is relinquished far.
A dreary old light coming in Night cold.
The lond shadows are in darkness rolled.
The Seas simple eyes of water are.
They lead the boat to the rock today.
Much of poesy but none of prose.
Trusting the readiest boys with toys.
The nourishing garden nourishing lay.
The storm tops icy shelf must move.
The thick clouds shroud around the Moon.
Bats and stars above the long shore dune.
Now the loved sun rests in the space above.
Green tints greener drift in days best.
The palace is blessed in Heavens end rest.
- Diana

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13.
The present ends of endearing myths.
All the world darts in an awe simple.
All the plays ladies play skill ill.
One lone brown ship peacefully shifts.
For less of the old cold earth we wish.
The sod wants lonely beautiful rest.
For land becomes in its refund blessed
Of little astonishment for much fish.
Where does the penny rest in foam?
More of the best skies send us showers.
For yearly apples in their noble bowers.
A dollar yonder in a coat pocket blown.
The old are blessed in causes and tasks.
A new battle in its kindness masks.
- Bertha

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14.
Two bring on the frolic over.
Together a wonderfully entwined bunch.
Some grapes are bitten over lunch.
Yet, much water for the clover.
To long to fulfill a wish always.
Clear rewards naming games in illness.
A big ship on the brink of stillness.
Out to work within a heavenly place.
The grass outside in the sad weather.
Out by the ripe green fruit and weed.
The Chrysanthemums bud captured in its sleeve.
Taking a new wind through the air.
Reared by the peace of old minds alike.
You and I taken by a jester we like.
- Bertha

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15.
To know new wisdom we few seek.
A dame thinks of her father lame.
All of the stars are out the same.
A pleasant week of travel meek.
The vivid lonely flow of tempest rains.
An open walk along an open shore.
Our hopes are finally saught for more.
Many lonely creatures on the plains.
Birds eating melons, flying in flocks.
The heights shine great and blue and clear.
From towering showers of the weatherly air.
The sea moss covering on the rocks.
An early Night pulses clear and bright.
The beautiful Night has tossed her light.
- Marilyn

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The breath ever coming from the window ope.
The beauty of the blackness of Night set.
Nothing is idle of the splendid wet.
My friend left me flowers from a bridal shop.
The good rift of a day in delay.
The significant fast fish moving sleek.
Noon is the eye of a day-high peak.
Shewing and shewing many birds away.
The airy road of a day in flight.
The ice upon the frigid water-land.
The tide drops much to hide less sand.
Our ice in these drinks all again is slight.
Weary old walkers coming up to the breach.
We watch the old roving sea on the beach.
- Bertha

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Our gate is guarded by a head.
Come azure beads of dew early.
The kingdom yonder by the sea.
A pile desired of given bread.
A full man with awe for his lass.
Flooded still with wonder new.
A new weeks tales and poesies too.
A lady quiet on the grass.
Playing a game in the shady yard.
For a chore out by our home we yield.
At home within the Winter field.
We come into a sweet yard gard.
The kind blind shadows of midnight.
A deer shakes in the Winter white.
- Diana

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18.
Nature is lately endlessly bleak.
Glad the darkness is thinning by.
Some traveling fountains in the sky.
Hearing a cry of the thunder weak.
Fire lights triumphing in dusk lie.
The weary weight of the friendly world.
Prayers for a wrecked one borrowing gold.
Phantom mountains of the sky.
The rocklike thinks have gabled high.
A falling monumental sky of day.
The skies hopping over the earth are gay.
Always in the common years that fly.
Against the dry sky frolicsome.
A time for pleasant work has come.
- Bertha

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Handing to the fire the clay.
The ill lit lights are lighted such.
A wise step to read a few much.
The moving breath of a month of May.
All of the earths skies fall air-blown.
A few mountains in a row.
A full days gardening comes tomorrow.
The suspense alone comes with a moan.
Joining the delightful rooms of the sea.
The sad and fortunate weedy lot.
A moody scholar to a window brought.
An old lost book is a thing of glee.
The famous time of day has come.
An early kingdoms tales become.
- Bertha

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Everything expected by this duty.
Every days life remembered down.
More stars in the sky above the town.
Everyday creates its best beauty.
Certainly delighted by a rosy grove.
Enough wrong of mans woeful song.
A fool in love so must belong.
Lured by delightful songs of love.
All have desires for beautiful things.
All outside in a wonder lost.
The beautiful sun is above the frost.
The cold main rolling its waters sings.
The earth is frozen in time at last.
Coming near the places of the past.
- Bertha

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An island with its sticky furrows shines.
A life in time is cleared of rough.
Ready to turn the bed lights off.
The peacocks are embellished in blue-green lines.
The dancing is compounded with life.
All the black oxen are climbing stout.
Brought down a bleak road a few miles out.
The light breath of a babbling fife.
The sky drops some rain into the sea.
The travels of a yellow lightning spark.
The owls living in the misty dark.
Watching the featherlike leaves of a tree.
The merry clothes going on now are worn.
The ready waiting sun of a sleepy morn.
- Yafah

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Of what hundreds once knew well.
For the good worn weather we will check.
All of the birds at the window peck.
Flying landing by a lakey swell.
Reply to me not impatiently.
The lovely sweet notes all in tune.
The joy of building very soon.
Joy for the Springtime happily.
Rising falling wings in a thrill.
Mountain sacrifices of a Dad.
A lively hat of yellow plaid.
Babies ever weeping in the still.
Handing a daffodil to a lass.
One desire for a group pass.
- Arielle

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The barest coldest season of the stormy year expands. The
sent color of snow is what is dearly meant.
- Arielle
The upper leaves fall flat down; and, in the grass they thin.
The hearty chocolate-covered think writing shapely lives
when striking the water.
- Yafah

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Our new clues to understanding others are given to us by
the great and happy thieves. Our weepings and anxieties
bring to us beautifully a loathing of all of lifes violences.
- Diana
The audiences burning perspectives get a response: those
who are wed have chosen to bless us in our interpretations.
- Yafah

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In the end in those who are dreamily not human-beings, no
stillness nor darkness can be found. The suggesters of a
coming change beyond time are clowns.
- Marion
Great and happy intellectual activists do not lovingly wish
to speak. These metaphysicians, being lost, inspire no
ones love.
- Marion
Biding actively your time in fear and beguilement is a poor
contrivance. With your dark legitimate new pathos you are
not hopefully denied your villainy.
- Arielle

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We are fascinated anew and repelled by your lively
knowledge of beautiful things in your presence. You
absently address us hopefully in your triumphant old
intelligence.
- Marilyn
Those wives who bear definite insults and troubles without
flinching have a knowledge of the greatest wandering
importance. They in their own words must prove or
question themselves as happy and worthy of being
carefully feared.
- Marilyn
Those whose motives are not, as in a game, clear as day,
are memorably on the right path again towards prophesy.
They forbid any hope of their own fullness of the makings
of their soul.
- Kelly

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Those who are moved to ruefully tell us their family that
others technically love us are crazily wasting their
teachings. Yet, they adopt us as their flashy sons because
they are pushy, outcast, and mad.
- Billy M.
To not be bridged with application is to be presently loved.
To be in anothers hands adored in this form is to be
interlocked in the great stuff of all mystery.
- Bertha

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A little polished black pebble blesses its owner and flatters
her. Et, this rock which makes her rich also does her no
good, today, to her.
- Marbah

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My book I read of Fredrich Nietzsches, which I knew I
loved best, was in its place prophetic. The book of inner
rhetorical energy moved me and gave me the courage to
sing and to think for myself.
- Bnayvoovah

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Those who teach insist upon themselves in time, and have
come to see themselves as only tied to shadows. They
dirtily experience defeat by deeming the parade of reality
to be all shadows.
- Yafah
You lose, in your waiting, no time in outwardly doing your
mean thing and you do not burningly speak for simple me.
Your prickly pains you catch are the dues of your lively
clubs rebelliousness.
- Ora

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The upward spiraling galaxy, having no thoughts or
emotions, becomes a bleak destroyer. The airy galaxy is
abhorred rather than loved by a lady because of its timeless
expansiveness.
- Ora

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They turn colorful you inside-out and they are or become
detestable enough. They in their games do not sit or come
easy, these words, because they have nothing to do.
- Penny

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A light dramatic romance is most delightful. Its links are
never amazingly broken when the urgent story moves
forward quickly.
- Ora
We could do that, quotes bejeweled from dancing Beings
with a gap.
- Penny
We all of us could do that, you know.
- Ora

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The holly on the hill above the beach is an overgrown
fleeting child with a considerable amazing personality. The
hollys place in the wide world is in common Natures
languishment.
- Ora

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Longeth me beeth to fulfilleth
Me wish now.
Me be out by me
Ripe green fruit.
Thou beeth betaken
By me jester, and I.

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There beeth many lonely
Creatures on me plains.
Me beauteous Night beeth
betossed.

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Tis me who doth beeth in me airy road of me
Day.
And me a watching me
Old roving sea.

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Heareth me cry of thunder?
Some betravelling fountains beeth
In me sky.

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Me Night breaketh off,
Lieth in me beloved light
In me besimpled be prosperous
Search for me time.

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Me nary sure nor beinterested.
But me findeth me
Words to regarded.
Me bepaced Night thriveth.

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Me acorns beeth beflecked
Over me land
In me scent
Of me morning dawn.

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Me heat-beblackened time.
And me feet beeth a'wanting
In me coming brook.

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Me day-beshined goodness.
Me seeth me sad sky
Bequestioned by me
Years bememorable.

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Me lost fruits and me
Absent fruits.
Me patient cloud to appeareth
Desirably.
Me searcheth for me life's far shadows.

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Thy behurried actions of thy child a'bleeding.
Me yesterday's angry
Shores beeth calmer now.

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Me milked life, infinite now.
Me standeth to receiveth me looks.
Not a happy dirge.

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Me little happiness.
Wilt expire
Into me time of
Me strange newness.

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Me dancing beeth
Becompounded in me life.
Me sky dropeth some.

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Me beeth one lost person.
But, me one bepatient
Fellow cometh.

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Me island's silky
Furrows beshining.
Taketh me all me
Oxen a'climbing.
Me peacock beeth
Embellished in me
Red, blue, green.
Traveleth
Yellow lightning!
Me owls beeth
Living in me mist.
Me life in me time
Beeth becleared.

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Me beeth bereadied
To turneth off me
Bed lights.
Me beeth brought out
In me few bebleakened miles.
In me delight me
Breath beeth bebabbling.
Watcheth me
Befeathered leaves
Of me trees.
Me beeth beready
And awaiting in
Me sleepy morning.

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Everything except this!
Me everyday to beeth
Remembered down.
Me desireth for
Beautiful things.
Man's woeful song, enough!
All that beeth outside beeth me new wonders.
Me beeth near me place
of me past.

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Great wine too!
Me marcheth
By me spacecraft.
Me golden wine much!
Me hot nick downfallen.
And me outside everything out.
Hours, hours of me
Ticking time.

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They simply marcheth,
Our months of flowering buds.
Me fallen evening's beauteous red.
In me August me falling leaves.
Me suffereth me outside on 'morrow.
Of Time, me a good lady beeth.

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For me hath beknown
Me life.
They beeth a'cry for
Me fruits green;
And me vivid desires
Beeth to disturb alike.
Me hath let me be
Poor love anew.
Of me cold soul.
Me makers of me Time
Beeth well.

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Me hath me sun and
Me wind.
Here beeth me few words of air.
Me bewettened
Grapes getting belost.
Strong airy horses 'bove!
Me outdoors now lieth unheard.

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Me wounds beeth bedrawn.
Me men hath a'journeyed off.
Me life beeth a'gapeing me
Wonderful years onward.
Me heads a criss-crossing
These heads.
Me threatened wind
A'striking me things down.
In me old time to beeth forgot.

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Me new green beeth
Made for Thou.
Much much.
Me death-destroying life
Beeth mid our hands.
And Thou birds remembered.
Beidentified songs outdoors bemade
By an old and bare me.

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Me long wars embellished
By me coming myriads.
Me parts of me lost
Shadows to cometh back
To beeth benamed.
Monumental Summers
Begrowing me leaves anew!

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Me all bestolen myth-world
To beeth echoing me
Fulfilled berecollections of
Me poor crew.
And me need to stealeth and
To divideth it into me trances.

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Me berising light beeth well compounded.
Me leaves beeth
A'brim in me nother sitting.
Me maketh great
Me flames
Of yesterday.

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Wind held child!
Towering trees
Effused along me
Mountain roads.
And me striking day
Atop mine own thick road.

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Beeth me here from old
To new.
Beeth me beseparated with
Me beauty new.
Me dance of me old breakers.
Me mountain wilt
Know me eternity.
To helpeth me birds old.

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Cleareth me everything for
Me newest part.
Me bedancing body
Cometh back with
Me flowers, and beeth
Watching me fragile world belost.
Me cometh
And me toucheth me hope.
But curseth me, me
Besensitive asker within.

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Me expecteth me
Spirits of Time
To awaken.
Me May soul
Trembleth and parteth.
Use me mind
To thinketh back
To me early day time.

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Absent souls of
Me men a'thousand.
Me thin expiring
Breath beeth bethrown.
Me besupplied voyages
Of me open memories.
Me mean root.
Me dancing seas bedrunken.
And me invisible halls beeth
Of much life.

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Me grand mistake
Bestealing me thinking forth.
Me back of the sea
Beeth beturning from
Me desire.
Blossom, me peaks
Of me day shadows.
Findeth, findeth me
Trip for me truth!

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Me soul beeth a'laugh
In me landscapes free,
In me adored old
Wonderful surroundings
Beseparating.
Me grass beeth
New to me garden.
And me old leaf who beeth in me
Soul of Summer
Of me revisions of me
Bepierced final love.

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Me in me smartness
Watcheth over me red fire.
Tallies of me heaven-taken hope.
To honoreth a dropping body.
Me sun beeth a'rolling
Over me bebrightened yard.
Flecks of me old evening road.

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Me museth over me ice-betrapped
Entrance
For me vessel down me
Vivd shore.
Broken dirt beeth inside me ice.
Me present beeth pushing
Me flood of me night.

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Me red light beeth
Liketh me wall.
All me children came
Beclinking.
Mine own angelic body
Setteth forever
In me prayers when
Me good white day all beeth down.
And me happy end
Beeth all a'lying 'round.

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Mine own selfish person's
Betouching domination.
When me eternal winds beeth
A'crossing me acres and me hills.
Me tree limbs beeth
Eternally bestretched.

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Me companies of me
Simple moving breezes!
Me years betelling this
Much begiven
Of mine own powerful
Rain clouds a'coming.

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Reasons for living
In me head!
Remembereth me me
Bebroken sticks of me field.
Me delighteth
One old soul.
Yet, me eyes hath becaptured
All of me poorly.
Me bleak future still to
Beeth disdained.

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Me cometh bepatiently
Upon me open ice.
Some years beeth
Iced over.
Me old heap nary full.
Me used to roareth monumentally
But me haveth me
Personality old.

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Me lovely year beeth
Always me
World away.
Me soul beeth out
Of character because
Of thy gift.
Me perceiveth much
Fear in me Wintertime.

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Sleepy beeth me reflective
Dew on me
Bewaving grass.
Me poor ones seemeth to
Careth for me prayers.
Me August willow-tails
Beeth 'bove.
Me lonely beprettied
Soul in sight!
Me beclimbing Moon
Of dusk!

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Simple reason of
Me worth to come.
Thinketh me of me
Great works cipher.
Me one soul beeth
Bedrying her tears.
Ever more of me
Stones outside.

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Me many trees beturning wet!
That which beeth
Beyond me noise beeth me hope.
Me Summertime's airy
Heaven beeth happy and big.
Me new star descendeth
Into me black.
Beeth now becoming me pool of night.

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Of what me hundreds
Once knew.
All me life at me window beeth
Enjoying life's Springs.
Me wings falleth down.
Me sacrifice by me mountain.
In time one desireth
Me groupings.

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Me flies landeth everywhere.
Me replieth nary
With impatience.
All me lovely sweet notes!
Me hath joy to beeth bebuilding
Me subdivisions.
Me hat berolling lively!
Daffodil in me hands of
Me child.
Ever weeping in me stillness.

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To thou life's fountains beeth for thou!
And, no children beeth bewretched.
But me to putteth out me sad fires.
Only me doth have one innocent fruit.
Strongest bear triumphant!
Belovingly beplaced sayings!
Taketh the roses me to her.
Bringeth me songs to life!
Me bejoined to me ageless heights few.
Dost thou beeth or becometh all tragic?
Me red flame beeth bereaching.
Far away beeth me crafty hunters.
Within me beauteous early life,
And me child bebuying things with her pennies.

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Me bebeauteous
Sun 'bove me
Frosty few mountains.
Bejoined to me
Delightful rooms of me sea.
Me more stars
Mattereth nary.

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ME bats and me stars
'Bove me long shore
Beleading me boat
To me rock today.
Me trusteth me readiest boys.
Thick clouds 'round
Me Moon a'kissing.
In me palace of me bare
Heaven's end rest.

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Me green tint greener in
Me days a'drift.
Me eye of me sea beeth
Simple matter.
Nourishing beeth me garden a'freeze.
Me storm top's beiced self.
And, me sun beeth a'resting
In me space.

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Me old light beeth
Only relinquished.
Much beeth poesy
But none beeth
Me nonsense on me seasons
Only.
Me long shadows beeth bedarkened
As me old drear light cometh.

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Spotted fish beeth below myself.
As over wide hilltops
Me new beams speareth ope.
Me beauteous gossamers
Lieth down.
Me fairies beeth in me
Side spaces in me night,
In me evening air's besubmissions.

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Me beeth called to cometh
To me rolling world.
Me good ones to careth
And commiteth more
Lifteth me me absorbant cloth.
Me cast giveth us me time-tosses.
Labors fair!
Me old timer's life stoppeth.

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Once now me land hath
Becometh in refund.
Me little astonishment
Beeth for much fish.
Wherefore doth me penny
Resteth in me foam?
Me years apples beeth
In their noble bower.

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Present end of
Endeared myth!
Me world a'dart in me awe here.
And, me sod wanteth
Her lonely beautiful rest.
All me plays laidies beeth
In all ill players.
Tis me old ones who beeth
Beblessed in their
Causes and tasks!

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Fool in love so
Me many beeth delighted
by me roses.
And, lured by me delightful
Songs of love.
Me flat main all 'a roll.
Me earth beeth forgotten in time,
And every creation's best beauty.

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Ill-belit light!
Me handeth one me fire.
Me suspense alone cometh
In me moving breathe of May.
An early kingdom's tales!
Me befamed time of day came.

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Tis me wise step to readeth
What beeth a'given.
All of me earth's skies
'Bove me full day of gardening.
Sad fortunate weed.
Me moody scholar bebroughten
To me window
For her old lost book.

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Me a'glad in a darkness
Bethining.
Me weary weight in me
World befriendly.
Me nature beeth of late
Endlessly bleak.
Me skies hoppeth over
Me earth
In always me common years
Against me coming sky.

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Fire lights beeth betriumphing
At dusk!
Me things of me rocks begabled high!
Me prayers for a bewrecked one
Under me falling monumental sky!
Me phantom mountains of me sky.
Time for a pleasant work.

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Me full main!
Me azure beads of dew!
And me beeth befooled
Still with wonder.
Me lady doth be quiet
On me grass.
And at me home for me winter,
Me deer a'shaking in
Me winter white.
Who cometh to me besweetened yard.

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Me gate beeth guarded by me head.
Me kingdom yonder!
Of me new weeks tales
Me desired pile beeth begiven.
Me playeth one game
In me shady yard.
Out by our home.
Kind beeth me shadows of
Me midnight.

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Bringeth on me frolic over!
Me beeth reared by me
Bepeacefulness of our old
Minds alike.
Me hath me clear reward
To nameth me game.
Me out worketh within me sweet
Heavenly place.
Taketh me a new wind
Through the air.

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Some beeth much bebitten over.
We together wonderfully entwined.
Tis yet much water in me pitcher.
Me big ship beeth on
Me brink of stillness.
Me Chrysanthemum's
Bud beeth becaptured
In me sleeve in
Me grass outside in
Me sad weather.

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Me friend leaveth me me flowers! Me goodtime rift of me
day! Noon beeth in me eye of me day. Ice beeth upon me
frozen water. Me tide droppeth much. Nary beeth idle of
me besplendid wetness.
Breath ever of me window. Me significant fast fish. Me
sheweth and sheweth me birds. Beauty of me blackness.
Me ice beeth in these drinks on me bewearied old walk.
Me dame thinketh of her father. Me pleasant week of
betraveling. Me vivid lonely flow. And, nary a'new
wisdom. Me moss becovereth pleasantly me rocks. ME
night pulseth a'clear.
Eateth me brown melons up? All me stars beeth out. Our
hope beeth in final besaught. Me heights beshining great
and blue. Me beeth as open an me walk. Towereth me
showers of me weather.
Me one brownmarked bepeaceful ship. More of me old
cold earth...Me best skies to sendeth us more clues. Me
dollar yonder in me cote pocket. Me new muse bebattles
with me kindness.

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