the stall
I'm as filthy as a pig in mudbut happy as one too
I lay here on yonder shore
In my mind i have you
many who have loved and lost
many never found love at all
but i lay here wondering
what i'll buy you from the stall
the stall
I'm as filthy as a pig in mudPoetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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