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1. A Poison Tree 2. A Bird Came Down the Walk
And it grew both day and night, He glanced with rapid eyes
Till it bore an apple bright. That hurried all abroad,--
And my foe beheld it shine, They looked like frightened beads, I
And he knew that it was mine, thought;
He stirred his velvet head
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole; Like one in danger; cautious,
In the morning glad I see I offered him a crumb,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree. And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
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5. Macavity: The Mystery Cat
T.S. Eliot
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw—
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity's not there!
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Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!
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6. Little Tree
e.e. cummings
Tree
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
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7. Fire and Ice 8. Buffalo Bill
Robert Frost e.e. cummings
Some say the world will end in fire, Buffalo Bill's
Some say in ice. defunct
From what I've tasted of desire who used to
I hold with those who favor fire. ride a watersmooth-silver
But if it had to perish twice, stallion
I think I know enough of hate and break onetwothreefourfive pigeons
To say that for destruction ice justlikethat
Is also great Jesus
And would suffice. he was a handsome man
and what I want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death
9. Soldier Daddy
Gina M. Makowsky
To you I may be very small I watch my mom and see her cry
Or think I don't know much at all I already know but still ask why?
I've learned to grow up rather fast Her heart is hurting yet she tries to smile
With so much future and not much past And we hold each other for a little while
I'm just two years old but often sad I'm still young yet very wise
I want so much to hug my dad I have my fun but realize
He's protecting us from far away My soldier daddy is brave and strong
His life on the line everyday I pray his deployment won't be long
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10. Free Union
André Breton
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My wife with hips of a skiff
With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers
And of shafts of white peacock plumes
Of an insensible pendulum
My wife with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos
My wife with buttocks of swans' backs
My wife with buttocks of spring
With the sex of an iris
My wife with the sex of placer and platypus
My wife with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat
My wife with a sex of mirror
My wife with eyes full of tears
With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle
My wife with savanna eyes
My wife with eyes of water to be drunk in prison
My wife with eyes of wood always under the axe
My wife with eyes of water-level air-level earth and fire
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14. Daddy I may be a bit of a Jew.
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15. Seasons Spring ignites a spark of Joy for Healing,
Robynne Nataly La Rosa People are promised Joy and Healing after
Pain
Seasons come and go, And Suffering.
Each year it's the same.
If only people changed like the seasons. Autumn holds the key to Eternity,
Winter, Summer, Autumn, Spring; People are promised Eternity in the
Each one holds a secret, Promised Land.
It's own special magic. Summer is the Epicenter; the After-life,
And people are the Epicenters of their own
Winter holds a promise that there is lives.
Life after Death.
Spring ignites a spark; a sliver of We are our own Masters of Catastrophe.
Hope and a pinch of Joy for healing. People are Reborn in Faith.
Autumn holds the key to
Eternity, Looking at it now, maybe we are much like
And Summer is the Epicenter of The Seasons.
The Magic.
Summer is the result; the After-life; We are predictable in our unpredictability.
It is Rebirth. This is our prized Possession.
This is our kind of Magic.
Seasons change, and people do too,
But it's a pity - a shame - that people People have seasons, people are seasons.
Don't change the same way. Winter is our Darker side,
People are too unpredictable; we change Spring is our Healing,
Our minds too many times, we change Summer, our Euphorical - blissful side,
Our Destinies every day. Autumn, our Procrastination, our Changing,
Our Learning.
Seasons don't.
Just like the Seasons, we change;
Seasons accept their constant cycle; We mold our Futures and become who we
Their Natural Pattern. are meant
People will never be like the Seasons. To be;
I guess that's what makes us all We become part of a Cycle.
Unique.
In this way
We are Designed -
Crafted, Molded.
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16. Matroyshka Doll
Izza
Right at the corner of the street
An antique store lights it bulb
I went it
My eyes stuck at the shiny matroyshka doll
Deep in my heart
I feel like it is me
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17. Trees
Joyce Kilmer
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