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    Tis

    Tis the season
    in the fields of Elysium
    where opium flowers.

    Tis the season
    in the ocean scape of mind
    where brainwaves Tsunami.

    Tis the season
    in the halls of Vahalla
    where heroes stir.

    Tis the season
    on the path in life
    where greatness is Born.

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    Poetry 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.

    AnouLo’s Poems (12)

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