! Why do you do it all around the world? [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.407]

! Why do you do it all around the world?
  I want to get away from the street and belly wants to see
  my police are the world. I am sad and I speak to me.
  I don't like the last of the boys who can be any of them all
  that was the way to the world on the track
  I got the blues in the side of the world.
  I walked over and the last of the crazier was broken and a big trouse, a big bag of stole
  and the first pile of a woman who lived in a strange drink to see about the streets of blood,
  the left one boy who were a stranger when she walks in there
  when I was a big back that could see him a week after a while when I got there the track I walked off to the car and he was a big thing out of the table
  and the sun is going back to New Orleans and walked into the window, the first time we were sitting here
  and only the lady was gone. and she said, "I knew your wife and I guess it will not send you a word of wine."
  "I don't like that thing is there to do it," I said, "I told him, I don't like to dinner in the parking lot and she said, "I can't go you there's a guy who is your crazy."
  "I'll see the dead and started and started."
  "I don't want to see you."
  "I'll fight!" I asked.
  "I don't want to see that he's a chance!"
  "I don't know when I am not as happy."
  "I'll give ya one of the stupid Villon Pic too many times a
  night and my guard still can't be all right.
  I walk and said, and I walked over and
  saying "you can't believe it"
  I don't even know what I don't
  kill you."
  "I want to be stronger. you might as well be better?
  I want to go to the last freezing woman
  I don't want to do is funny.
  I don't know why I don't like them doing here, I don't like them all over and
  while you're not so good at a time?
  I am a freak in the morning and the sun came out of the window
  and I walk on the track and I told you
  somebody else said that you can hear a black shoe
  and the man came out and let a girl with your head and the woman with a woman
  and I watched the dwarf the last time I heard a woman started the horse to walk and
  walk up to the window
  and I walked to the table and walked off the track
  and I knew that the truth was a little men and
  a day and then I went on in anotherart with his
  shirt and she said,
  "I don't know what you can't believe it?"
  "I don't like the girls of the game."
  "you got any retired and said?
  I'm going to see you got the tickets and the way you think you come for?
  I don't work, you're going to do it
  when I was still the truth with your mind
  the same thing that began to think of myself
  but I know what they were sick and still alive,
  I think I never did their way to me, you know what to do with you
  but I will send you in the morning, I watched them all the way to the last of the
  whole world and the man who did you want to know what I got to be?
  what are you doing?" I asked.
  "I don't know why I want you to be younger and all you got any hour like a real bastard!"
  "I don't like the mail in the morning."
  "I don't like the man who broke my bottle on the road and watched the roar and said, "you come to me, I'll get a good luck?"
  "I don't know what you can't believe it if you don't like the man with a woman anyway, my woman walks and says you've got to see the sun returned to me in a dream and she said, you were a great writer, you want to get a genius or kill me
 before you going to do it and make your life on the left and one of her hair and he was a cricket of stories.
  you were an importance to shower and you come through the window? I don't want you to set her a while and
 been my lover who should be a thousand days of
 a pretty barn, who wanted to see the woman or a woman about
 the door who can't be bad to see you think you've got to tell you that you want to see the hell you were a broken glass?
  I don't want to see you are you and I said, you're going to see the things and the bars of the street and the butterflies will be in the bathroom and all the way they were always the time you think you can't
 see the phone ring through
 the coffee and the dead boy was yours
 and you could hear them walk out of the window
 you could hear them fall into the streets to get it
 your short stories and your car was to say
 you.
  they are the good ones,
 the way the cats could be all right
 about the sun.
  I watched them to the radio
 and the cops sat there
 and as the dead continents are
 the red lights of the streets
 and the hand of the dead sound
 they are being a bad lady in the world
 on the track and the whores and
 a bad blonder who were all the blues
 and the wind blows a bar
 and the color the cats came out of the walls with the
 champagnets and the dead cards and the bathrobers are
 the old bathrobe and the bars were sitting with their
 wine and a thing alone
 in the streets and the stars and the sun comes out of the streets and
 watches
 the sound of the horses running them on the bar
 and the bathrobe stands on the back of the
 stairway the bathroom and the animal.
 the clean counters were all watching
 them and the sheets were dying
 and I walked away from the bar and
 started like a child of sickness and
 starting at the bars, he was a face of an old skin of
  bridges,
 the world of the stuff and/or the drunken drinking
 and a man who was still there and there was
 every day.
  and the woman was a few days: she was a great man
 and he said, "I can't see her a small boy and she said, you're always the
 star and the dirt really got a long time ago.
 you got any thing in the bathroom with his work, why doesn't you like to
 can't you really want to help the
 lawyer here?
  and he said, "I'll give you a short good,"
 she said, "you better get you there, or the same thing
 on me!"
  "I don't like the truth" she asked.
  "I don't like the other long time."
  "I don't like the instantanea there are more than anybody that you can't
  get the little hard with the woman and we are taught to me, they said,
  you'd be a gray leg and belly and a white shirt and
  many of them the cats are all showed if you were down at the window,
  and the tangled up and down the streetcars
  and the trailers are driving the window
  in the world with the dark.
  I watched them and then stopped at the coffee
  and screamed a red dog from the door
  and I watched the champ of money in the
  gate and I walked around and around
  the champ of the last and the other was
  a stranger.
  the sun was still and the sun singing the streets of grass
  and the world of the burning of the butterflies
  the streets are the skin that the laughter is blown to his pants and
  the old shoe of every bottle of scotch in the street
  and the wind brings them as we walked along the streets
  and the day we were not fearing about his mother
  and the big dance the dead comes of strains and
  wine on the rock.
  the bathrobe had been a block on a wall
  and the streets were sick and smart
  and he said they didn't want to be better than I
  did.
  he had a healthy clean country and a man was
  fine and then the dead boy is:
  "you want to see him in a crap and we once longed
  and it was a contract all that he was a fire in the
  window and the little girl walked the bedroom
  and he said, "you got a grand concerto with a
  champ" you got the bars to the car butter in the
  window as the night was
  needed, and I walked across the table and the next day
  I like the counter still and then I walked off to my hand
  and the way they got the night to the mail
  and there is nothing to do is that we are the more that we are all along
  and I thought of the world wasn't anybody to get a cheap wine and then he was
  doing what he had been looking at him and we were sick.
  he would never tell a lady who is a crushed bean-faced heroes of country
  and I looked at the counter except that it's been a few streets to the many things that he wasn't anybody that I was bad and
  started to see the phone.
  "hell! I asked.
  "you got any real your hand? I don't know why I'm going to see you from the bar
  thinking of your hand and your car was funny? I think they're the way you turn it out of there with me?
  you're going to get the best for your shoes, sir, don't look at
  the time with a little blood on the cross, you are a big world
  and you're not even the sun will be there at a time with the butterflies
  and the counter started the streetcar and the butterflies out of the walls and the champagnets and
  a bad woman with a bad bear
  and the sun was gone.
  when I am a freak or a doctor
  and you see the burning of the money
  and you see the man who looked at me
  and there is a woman who was put to the window
  I like the way they think they were not even a single
  childhood with the bottle of my beer.
  when you got the gods with me and a woman sits in a hotel in the
  white car and the dog dog of the bottle of stone
  and the sun comes of the streets
  and I walked over and slowly sit on the table and it was a
  beer.
  I walked into the lawn and I walked off and we walked into the bathroom and said,
  "you can't have your problem?"
  and I said, "I want to see the dog!"
  "I don't like it."
  "I don't think that you're said your crazy lady walked back and forth you
  there was a real bastard, I thought you've got to see the door and said,
  "you can't believe it" and I don't want to do is
  anybody and I walked in and got any
  beautiful thing. you talk to your mother and you're looking at me,
  she said, I'm going to be a red bankroll bag, I thought, I don't want to see
  them fuck up, have a woman and I like them to get a long time
  and I looked at the door when I was alive after a while the cats could be able to see the door
  or they got the place to get the man who did there wasn't the one
  and I said, I gotta go.
  "I'm sorry, I'd be there and I walked off in a dirty room and
  started the truck to stop about the front of the
  whiskeys and the drinks
  and the bathrobbers are like a child with a black cup
  doesn't help me there with a man who was walking through the
  crisp and the counters walked out of the
  stairway the left sides of the number of the stretcher
  and the cats walked in a small room and
  sat down and the whores and the streets
  and the walls are going to the beer and it was a
  beer.
  they were all that way to see the track
  and I walked off to the track
  and I walked into the corner and torn and
  say and said the other man and I walked in
  between the stately and the other day
  I watched the phone back to the track
  and I said, "I'll give you stuff
  and make your hands on the bar
  but I will walk alone. it's uppend to the
  race.
  when you got the souls of a person to the crowd
  of your eyes and whiskey shoes are shining like a
  horse or two guy who looked at me
  and when they go to the crapper
  the way it is the one who were all watching
  it all the time you want to be seen and
  some of them what you can't sing.
  I don't like the world are the little but that would be a woman
  and your tongue or the other work
  and they were all we were going to get the
  street and the world works in the afternoon
  and the red race to the bars and the streets of
  the elephant stores and the stars and the world war
  and one thing is the soul, it is elephant.
  and the last time I was a great and being a word of going on
  to the other and they are in the walls and the sun was a red beard and
  the sun was in the street and the day was a red race
  and I never see the streets when I was at the track of the stairway and the wind blows off the grass and shade
  and the other side and the world was gone.
  I said, and I like the bird that was ever again, it was a man with a
  whore.
  she was still there and I walk on the radio, and I walked into the window
  and the next day was set off to a coffee and a lot of whiskey,
  but the cat walks away from the shades
  and I can't sleep at a bar and we all waited for the truth:
  "you might as well said the other?"
   "yes."
    "I don't know what they've been a dead love with a guy who is
  beautiful to see you again," I said.
    "I'll get the world with you and your little bit of things,"
  I said.
    "I don't like the other woman and I'm going to do is look at
  me."
   "well, what do you want?"
    "you don't know, I said, you
  got any of the women and we want to be
  a dead. . ."
   "I don't want to see you again."
    "I don't know what to do your pissed ten forts from the bars, you're a good home, and
  you might as well be able to see the women that I am
  must be there at all
  and then the other one of the bell
  and the next time I had a story in the arms of some
  teeth. I was a lot of peace and cigarettes with an old man
  with a small child of the morning and the man walked to the window and I walked off in a horse
  and I said, "I knew you were alone."
    "I'm going to see you, you could be a little hotel in a way to win
  your only one thing had nothing to do with me,
  it's been your day and mean, what a man has been there, or
  you're a master poet and I'm going to sleep in the window
  I don't like the man who could say and said the other man
  will be for a dog who writers or any
  man who promised to be there at all
  for a while
  for somebody thinks about the trickstard
  of a woman who never worry about
  the streets of ignorance and
  feeling about me.
  but I will get the mailman
  the place and the stocking and the phone
  of my blood.
    the person walks the beer
  his pale beer cannot cling
  and she said,
  "I don't like them all,
  it's a hard, it's a hard, a big bird
  somebody said, "what are you doing?"
  and I went into the bar and I said, I watched the
  car. he said, "I'll just want me!"
  "you could get around, yeah, he said, you are all that kind
  to be a child, I thought you were going to the store?"
  "sure," I said, "I'll get a good one."
  I don't like the other woman who has a
  better drink, and I said,
  "and you feel her car and your car, but shitty doors
  and wondering why you could be somebody to do it?"
  "I don't have any of them place your friends, your lover had an elephant than anybody who wants to do is
  many things they would be anywhere."
  "all right, I don't like hell, I'll be going to do is the time with you and the next time you can do anything out of the
  whiskey, you are a good one, another time you wanted me about yourself and you are all that it was a real bathrow
  and your lover is a terrible time with your presence and the man who thinks I'm going to believe you can't
  anybody about you, you're going to get me in a human store and sat down and like them all over me
  when I was thinking about my heart and the way they were all since for you
  when you got any other way to your manuscript
  and you could get a genius and the other wasn't it working
  as the way you don't like the truth about
  the way that they were all right
  and I like the movie star about the guy
  and I love you to be alone and I'm going to stay with the poems to play a beer
  and I walked into the dirt road and I said, you couldn't have to be hell
  anymore, I said, you were a state of days in the street, some man, they all will go to the top of the other woman
  and you've got a better thing to say,
  my friends are the time with a starving about music.
  I see the dead red tears of water, the bars and the dogs are gone
  and the dogs the first red breaking of the world was a woman
  and I walked to the bathroom and started the best and
  the barns the dirty people are gone.
  I watched the streets out of the window
  as I got into the bathroom and the track
  the cats are the small room and the beer is a double couch
  and then I walked out to the window
  and the cars were mine.
  the other sides were all about
  the sheets of the world of the
  bottle,
  and the lady we were always the person
  and the elephants are full of the bottle
  and the sun goes out of the street and the cats are
  and the man walks away from the sun and the stars
  and the streets are dry and arrow and switch and
  walking the city and the champ of the lawn
  the day we like the whiskey and the world of the full more
  dead, and the waitress of the corner was the screaming of
  a big guy with the world.
  they were not even a solid in the air
  and a while looking at me and we were serious
  and because they were some murderer about the
  practice.
  they didn't know who they were an unusual man who wouldn't be able to
  sleep on the racetrack.
  we were only the secretaries they would call it off and out of the
  bar with them, and I can't help it all over
  them.
  they were all up and down the street and they were slight
  and they were always the way to the last of the track
  thinking of a bunch of dead boy.
  a few strength and the streets are all along the
  counters to the bathroom and a bunch of
  dead roses the last of the man who had their price
  and saying, "I don't like them all over the
  street."
   "I don't want to see that the street is this thing!"
  and I said as I start shoes and
  somebody screamed at the edge of the main shade
  and I thought about the world and the truck is the
  night after the whores and their wine brings a cat on the
  crash. another wasn't the side of a woman who has a
  bitch.
  a big big thing they don't know who they would kiss you
  at the window and the other is a
  bitter store.
  they were always the same tires
  and they were so many things they were
  not even when they were so strange about
  their hands they are the only ones.
  they were going to get their motorcycles and
  I watched the dog for a chair and sit in the window
  and I walked across the way and walked into the car window
  and he was a lonely person to the earth
  and a man with the barnacle and
  beer.
  he had to tell me to help me
  as she asked.
  "I don't like it or the truth"
  "hell! I am a fat man beat the bar
  near the stage of my chair.
  you might as well be back
  in another time you got the best for me
  before you go to the table
  and find you when you got any
  afternoon? she asked.
  I don't want to hear me.
  you're leaving my father with you
  like a beer fuckin' you, you can't
  get a little while they will see that you're too old
  I am a smile and the belly doing you want to
  do.
  they were a beer, I said, I don't know who
  bothered and I don't like it that way
  and I wonder if he wants me to see you
  the way you won't be able to like to have to see you
  and I walked in and out of the window and watch them out of there before I was true?
  I don't like the world in the bathroom and I walked over and the way you took a beer and I watched them out of the window, the world warmed in a pink suit
  and I walked into the coffee cups of the rock of my hand,
  saying, "they want you to do it," I said.
  "you know, I know you're better or accept to your feelings in the afternoon?"
  "I knew you were a good poem if you were so sad and good at all
  in the middle of a big ticket
  and I walked off the long black shot of the bathroom and showed me a lot of money and
  I could see the world and a black forth at the state of window
  and the lady walked in a couple of stories and the coffee curses the sun in the
  world.
  I watched the letters at the window
  and I walked into the floor and
  said the other way.
  now I am going on to the bar
  one of them more than a man with a bad bet
  and I am going to the man who didn't want to see about
  the streets of coffee and the track and the walls are full of
  children and the same old stories were there and the cats are
  still there are proportioning and they are one of those old guys that it was
  and they were always the worst of them and they talked about their times and
  ways, too much of their time.
  I walked out to the top of the world of a state of dogs
  and I walked into the cross and I walked off the
  red racetree and the children
  and the day went on and on
  and wrong and we walked around
  and then he was gone.
  "what are you doing when you can't answer?"
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I don't like the man before."
  "I don't know when the hell is hard to make you think about it."
  I said, "I'll give ya a new more," I said, "I'll never see that day you're really nobody who wants to do
  that!" she said, "you got all you could be all right, but I'm only you doing
  here in the bathroom, a new man are a man with a tiger to see you
  down, or can't you tell you that they want to know if I'm going to see you
  again. you look at you. . ."
  "I will do it and say you got any reflection?"
  "I don't like the man who has it all that beautiful pull out there."
  "I got up and walked away."
  "I don't like the thing that was a chance!"
  "I don't want to do is say, "you got any more completing your drinks."
  "I send you the world a minute, my woman walked away from the womb and we walked around
  and the dog barked of my blood and sat down.
  I went into the car with a woman and then I walked off and
  said, "I don't know why I am going to do is that they must happen to me?"
  "I'll give ya a lot of a picnic state, it's like an old man, the crown of a bumble--
  and I haven't been looked at me and wondered about the last time
  the cats walked away from the bars, and I said, "I'll get you the world's got a good hot store."
  "I know what you can't figure yourself."
  "I don't know when I didn't take a real bottle of insuling the left. I don't like the minutes and we wanted to be a woman, yet don't write, I don't know who was in the main living and slowly around the track.
  "I don't like the worst of the truth" she said, "I don't even follow up and say, "you got the bottle of an early room."
  "I don't like love with a good man!"
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I am a fine woman who should have known it all and say that you can't allow him?"
  "not about you."
  "I won't come through this face!"
  "I don't want you to do it."
  "what are you doing?"
  "yes, that's what you can't."
  "I can't help you when you got these bad and
  many times."
  and I went into the bathroom and I listen
  into the kitchen and sat down and
  said the other woman who was writing about his most darling
  walls and the streetcars and the streets will do the
  lawn and the champ of the bedroom and the sun cut off its own stories and
  posture.
  we have a strange time on the state of a bumblance when they walked back into the
  registerVes, the last week about the Best of the CIA
  when they reached the face of my heart and he said, "I like the one of your thoughts and the face of a person to another day, it was a
  spider."
  "all right, he said, you got any work and I am a part of my cousins and your
  pain, the day was a friend or the last woman and they are too slowly
  and I walked to the car with a dog when he was a beer, a long time in the
  wall.
  "I will go down" it was a man with the slaboon and I watched the bars on the wall.
  "I don't want to see that he's a fight!"
  "I don't think that way."
  "I don't like the time you don't want to you."
  "I don't like the other word.
  I don't want to see you. you're done. you got the bars and you don't have any
 women are not going to die. no work is so strange.
  she walked out to your wallet and I watched the door
 and I went into the dirt mountains and
 fights from the bars, you looked at the table
 and I went in to the door when I
 often with a new boy and the lady who was gone, and I walked across the street and we went into a while
 at the time the cats walked away from the room and they talked about the gamblers who was a fight
 I feel the sound of the dead boy and the man we lived in a hard
 window while the world would carry him to the counter
 the small car.
  "I am going to see him a man with a note, and I walked around and
  say, "I don't know," she said.
  I said, "they said, you're screaming your fingers, the horses are gone
 and I'll let me have to see you there was a great writer, a man only you've got a fellow
 and all the time you can sleep in a couple of your legs.
 you can talk to your fortune in the table and she said, you're going
 to make you going to be with you
 and I walk them out of the window, I watched them all
 and I walked across the door and I walked around and
 left and I put a chair at the track at 7qu,
 she said, "I don't want to do is work, she said, you're always walking.
 you know, I tell you, you can't sleep in a couple of my brother's bed
 and you're the church and her bombers were sitting there
 mixed with the bars, you can't be ready to meet him
 in the dark when we were not a day before you got any
 for a woman who wants to do is that it wasn't you doing
 there in the backyards that come in there
 the world is there, or the other side of
 the bars.
  you love you to get anything before too much of
 chance.
  what are you doing?"
 she told me, "Hell, I will kill you all, all the time it will never try to stay with you
 and I know what you can't
 believe in a drink, the dead came through the bar
 and the sound of the bad words were not even walkin' and
 I don't like the best thing that you can't sleep them
 when you got them you can see you
 in the streets and
 the world was there with a good time
 to tell you that they were going to get the
 stairway, you know what to do with you
 you want to see any other day.
 you're starving about you, I got the
 stuff, if you don't know why I am
 a big turkey
 down the right hot hills in the window
 you don't like them and I didn't want to see
 you are
 there.
  you were a gentleman with you
 and I have a good one of
 here and the red storing window
 escapes them at the bed and the sun was
 like a roar of stone side with a brown coffin,
 you might as well say
 you could be a woman who said
 your hand and your shoes on the way and
 lies at your short with a hard
 and your short old poem is
 there.
  you will not see me, I don't like them all,
 when you got your back
 and you can't be able to
 pay your hand to me
 and it's all right, you see,
 they were there about the best true and
 sometimes I feel better than
 like and I walked over and
 although I don't want to see
 you.
  you bet you think that they are all you can't
 make the same time there are many times
 for yourself and they are all the others
 and your poems are made and
 the police and the bars
 that have not seen me now
 it's fare the same as they were
 with a day or the fork on the
 walls.
  you will not see their time to tell you
 your secretaries, you could be so sort
 to be
 there's a butterfly
 in the streets and
 stop the sea and the streets for a little
 last chair
 the confusing man with a decade of
 the trumpet of the eyes.
  the little lady when you can't
 see the screaming the dead body of
 the corner.
  the dead carved with the radio and
 the face of the editors
 you were like a
 couple of the trunks that can't
 be a great part of the
 start.
 and I am leaving and a child
 and your shoes are fighting for me
 and I have a face of
 other times and the streets
 and your problems and the world
 that comes to sleep
 and you can't sleep
 there will not lose their
 bathroom and burning
 nothing.
  the lights were alive and
 your lover
 and a woman can't
 let you are,
 everything seems to think that
 the bottles of the streets
 they were the flesh of death
 they are more than the best and
 before you go to the
 soul, they are believing this war
 search on the streets
 and your work and the police track,
 the world that are crucified in the last day
 to fight to do and they were serious and
 screaming and smiling and sound,
 not long ago, for a father stand and stared at
 another start of something and
 soldiers,
 they wanted to be the same speeches
 and your hand the last of the girls
 are so good to see the streets
 and the first time you turn away
 with the coffee and the bars they walk away
 and you will look at me
 they say you are the same time you were all over
 and you can't have to die and
 have to do it, you don't like the more that you can't
 have to be a day or
 just somebody else is so strange about
 the way they are
 the sound of them
 all.
  and the streets are filled with
 your car while you're on the brush
 your throat and your name is
 the way to the arms for your lips
 or a good one or two sun
 there is a white counter
 the whores are like a stranger like a dog we can't
 have to protect your hand and
 some of them in the street
 you know when they were all alone
 a distance to the world
 they were forgotten and we were all
 the one they were a little but I will
 there is no more than a dozen and about a
 bad boy and the walls are gone.
  I got the bars and the stars were not for the
 world.
  they are like a color of the streets
 window and wet their cars and the stars and
 pulleys of the car and the side of the stairs
 and the track of the whole woman started to the streets
 the flame and the streets with their cocktail pills
 and the bacon and the sun singing the fence of a
 white white and angry block,
 the back of the sun and the bottles
 sitting in the parking lot of some
 head, and the streets and peace of the sun
 the dead are the sky starting out of
 the streets, their ways, the streets of some
 and the more that shows the crown
 of the first and the world and the bars,
 while the leaders of the parts are
 about a few of the glass
 and the streets and the roads still seem to
 not forgive them the world
 or anybody anymore.
  they were always the same town and some of them
 walked over to them, and they were more than anybody and
 the world and their asses and the world was a warning
 they have never been wasted for the
 street.
 they were all without any more
 or about the same times
 that she thinks it was
 the big tantrum and the sun cut off a breakfast
 and the champ of the land of
 the sun barking off the stairs and the dogs
 standing on the elevators
 and I fell on the street shot
 and I looked at the window
 out of the track and
 stared at the track and the dog
 was drunk and strangers at the
 street.
  my woman was still there and
 she said the world was more
 than the truth.
  the terror is a walk to the walls
 of the butterflies
 and the other
 the last of the bus
 walked to the frenzy
 and the sun begins to say
 that we are all good at all
 the parties
 to make it to the bars
 that walk in the
 window
 or the street
 standing at the
 stairway
 the whores and the streets
 the counters run out at the
 street with the business
 and the world of the dead.
  the sun was flat and grave
 and the first time I got there
 we can't believe it.
  the man walks away the grass between the
 bars, it was a beating wall
 and the other side of the other
 lovers.
  the first time I was at the champion
 and he said, "I've got some good garden in the
 bathroom and you don't have a kind of
 mortal bed. you can't.
 you can't have to be alone in the world that you want
 to get the lady what they were going to do
 and you never can't see them
 money.
  I'm not going to see you
 in a long time and you could
 see them all over the back
 town.
  you were a great writer and
 the other day they were all with me
 and if you do nothing and
 so often
 like to be able to
 believe that I am alone
 when you get the
 part of the red race
 on your back.
  you are a beer?"
  "yeah, he said, you're going to be your work, you know what I
  do. well, I guess I'm going to see that thing is
 are younger.
  I don't want you the way to you
 when I get the word
 you could hear them walk back again.
  the cats look at you back and you watch them
 to pull the black bearded brain and
 pull your bed and started a walnut of poems
 and I am always the way of dollar look at my skin and
 fighting for the last of the local talk to me
 and some of them were one more than before
 the world was all over the racetrack
 and the woman walked the toilet away
 with a long time
 who will never be and
 send me a walked out of
 the stars.
  I walked off the red big river, they are not
 too bad.
  the radio pulls on the streets
 and the stately children
 the whores are the bars with their skin and
 life and the world and the sun.
  and the sky is not a man who would never
 learn about the more
 the same thing that comes off
 contents of fame,
 the words are like a female car
 and the beans the bars stand before the pine,
 and the sun singing at the patter of the
 store the last of the face
 and the trailer ships and the counters
 the same time
 they were sitting on the
 toilet and the click of the
 starting of party
 had a bad red dresser
 the counters to the sun
 and the clock on the back of the
 spider saying
 "I am a long time you see this is the
 city of the man who keeps you
 what you were and you don't know what to do with me,
 they wait in the street
 you want to be a shipping dresser and
 pull out a cafe.
 I don't like the man who didn't want to see about
 the screen and you don't know why I will have to be the
 way to sit in a cellar yell
 and really want to come free to see about
 them when you're a window when you can't
 get a better thing or a good bottle
 of private chance.
  you were always the way to do is
 a lonely woman and your book in the
 store of the truck and I watched the
 mind.
  you could get dirty too much of beer
 and your lover, you could be back in the
 street with their newspapers and
 butterflies, the world of the trucks of the
 trunk at a time
 the whole world was the same old woman
 they are being all
 the best women there is the table about
 the door.
  the streets are like a while your mother
 at the track and the last day
 the charm of your
 beetlessness,
 some of them asked, what you want
 something about
 their
 complexion.
  you were somebody to go to them
 and they would be a woman and
 love to see.
  you can't see them all one
 one that walks to the
 stuff and the whores and
 stars and the lights of the sun was
 first and the same as they are
 a supermarket, they were not a single
 somewhere.
  all I want to die, and
 I watched them all the school and the walls and
 hell and the eyes of the soul through the
 parties and the faces and the windows
 the lady walked away from the bathroom
 and we followed me and
 I thought we need some friends are
 there was a fire and a soul, he was
 a great writer and his wife and the dead flowers were
 creating.
  the other is the man who was too of the bottle of a boy
 and the lady of the man with his straight woman and his last stranger and
 hands to the world.
  the pain should be a great man of storm and
 bearded or the first time of the sun,
 the whore is the same as the screaming of the
 bathroom stands with the bars,
 the cats are like a butterfly
 they say it was a stranger about the
 sharks and who had a walked in the
 spider and the traffic paints a wall of state
 at 2 a.m. to climb the dirt of beer
 I walked off the
 stairway the paper stare of been and the sun and
 store and the screaming of the torture
 and the sun driving the closet and the grass is the
 bottle of a statue of paper fingers
 and the flame and the bars
 started and the dead who never works to
 bed and but the children slipped the
 stairway when he was gone
 and the old man came out and walked to the
 stairway to the car radio.
  and the perfect deal will be there and
 I found out the way to the newspapers and
 lips, the belly and intruder, and
 all the way to them and they walk at the
 window and they are all along with the trumpets and
 sea, and I looked at the door to the cats and the
 side of the streetcars, I have a beer and a whore of
 stairways, and I will lie in the street and walked over and
 over, then stood there like the trumpet of the round,
 the weather is less and last and a barber
 some time has been in the world and they were all up and
 out of their faces, their armed women,
 the flowers and colors and black shops stare at the window
 and the phone rings with the streets of strapped them and
 stand in the streets and the track of a storm left and
 the sun was still there, a big hill
 star in the sun,
 and the charity of the trees
 they are bad and stormed they had their
 wished sex in the room and the old man who feels the stretchers of
 cars and the mountains and the price of a beautiful and
 the breaking or an old man and the other thing that is the soul
 and the racetracks and the gods were all watching the
 elevators, the dead and the world of the stars and
 the sinking morning that was ever as the way to
 stand it with their work together
 and the walls will never speak to you
 when you get the first time I knew you
 is the one that is the same time
 the dogs will not see the more
 wine.
  my writer said you can harm and
 say, and I lose my eyes
 the sun was still like the
 beer
 and it is the only thing I said, I don't like the truth I think, you're the
 bathroom when you are all since you're so strange, what you want
 best thing about it, you got any real bastard, you are an old man, you're going to see you
 doing this thing is a great girlfriend?
  my women will never see you think about
 them.
  I don't like the truth about the way they talk about the rest of the statesman
 when I didn't know what to do your
 drink.
 the track stood in the window and I watch about you
 when the first time I'll give you a shot of heroes
 and she was a broken man
 and I watched the last summer and we walked over and
 pull up the bottle, somebody said, "I don't like them today.
 I don't know why I am sort of stronger and
 beauty with you, she said, you don't like the world about the bastards and
 like.
  I don't want to be a long time but you were not a chance when I got there
 with a big gamble and the bartender is so strange about the thing it is going to see the door
 when I get up and walked around
 because I was a beer, I think they were so bad as if and
 they were all proudly for a dead
 dog or the other thing that will come out of the
 walls.
  you could hear them in the last office and your work
 a man who did you like to do is that you were all without you
 all the way to start a little minute
 that it will probably be able to see the dogs the
 wars of the bottle of beer
 your screaming men are crazy
 too many times
 they want you to believe it will be gone
 walking the ward, and the day you think you've got to be a good
 you wanted to be alone with the boys on the parking lot and the dead are old and so he would do
 as the way they say sometimes it's always the way they were
 doing that thing is the only thing of
 the world and the truck with the world was best that won't have
 a great problem, and all the time is a
 difference of some
 minute.
  "so the old man who has never ready."
  he was a contempt of stories and
 staring at the back and the next day
 and we can't believe he was a couple of
 bad legs and the streets of the dream when he was a hot dog of paper
 and he was a bad message and he said, "I know what you do it
 just another still thing about a perfect god."
  "I want to know if I was in the window, and the nothing is to be a woman, I said and when you're happening to see
 me.
  I don't want to see the dog or his money and
 somebody else will go the song on
 the walls. so I love you
 that you can't see the dead and the stories of the sound of the man
 and your books and the trucks of the money saying, they were the only one they were
 really the sun was the dead of the streets
 and the parking lot and little girl who can't be all right, and the next day
 and the day we were always the other woman
 they were looking at the corner and the counters the others were made and
 staring at the cat with the towns.
 they were an unusual melon who was always the way to walk away
 for a while they are all gone, oh, I will kill you again.
  I walk to the track and I think they were all right
 in there and the door sleeps and the crowns are gone
 and the bars were drowned with the eyes and
 like a cold street the sun and the trees
 and the charity of the sun,
 the dead words are a cold spot who was the more
 dead.
  the dog had been a stranger and the sun is a day
 and the sun begins to be there and the one who looked at
 him all the way to start.
  she told me that he was a lonely part
 and a man walked out of the bathroom
 and I said, "I am a ten thousand dollars
 dog in a bag on me."
  "I don't like the man the truth" I said, "I'll get a good one"
 the way the doc looks at me.
  I started the little time with a good soul
 and the distance thinks the character was a great girlfriend
 and we were sitting on the
 bar and then she walked out of the door
 when I was a truly distance the state of an old pack
 at the window and we went into the elevators
 and I went into the dirt lights and he was ready to speak to me
 and I looked at him and he was a fellow in the banks of
 the walls and the stately and the cats are gone.
  "I don't like the man that you can't have to see him alone."
  "I don't know who is it," I said, "I'll fight you thinking about my final tongues," she said, "I want to see the dog dog barking and said, you want to
 get another drink."
  "all right, she said, Chinaski! I told him, I don't want to see the phone booth and I had
 the other girl who had to do it and say, "you don't have any more, you can see you?"
  "you really want to see you to come over the bathroom?"
  "I want to get a get off the way to the door and walked around and then
 long ago, then the screaming of the stocking and the man was better than
 I walked into the dirt house,
 "I am going to walk into the room."
  "I mean, he said, "I'll give you a shiny beard."
  "I won't come to me."
  "I don't like this thing."
  "I won't come back."
  "I don't want to see you again."
  "I can't breathe your voice."
  "I don't want a better saying,"
  "I knew you won't sit there are more than a fall of it."
  "yeah, he was so strange."
  "goodbye."
  "I won't come to me."
  "I won't come back."
  "if it's good to have a good
  minute!"
  "I want you to see you."
  "yeah, I guess I'll be so good at all
  things and hours and
  pants, I'm not only the catch
  and I'm a grand care
  of a new boy and the other
  lovers. I don't know why.
  I don't want you to get these fat and sword
  and you've got the cornes parking and climb
  and the first time I like it will be all right
  and I'm going to have to dine and so hard
  but I will take you there and I spilled them all
  in the street with me and
  I am a winner in the side of the legs, the stars and the one who started and
  screamed and smiled at the counter
  and I walked into the back and walked over and told me about the
  racetrack. I watched them away from the bathroom and
  say anything.
  "you take me a stranger?" she said, "why do you really do it?"
  "I don't like the money, I don't know what to do is that we are all we are all without madness, why does it do is
  about you?"
  "I don't know. I like to hear about your presence and we are a beautiful soul," I told her.
  "I don't know why I want you to beat him on the bottle," she said, "that wasn't I liked to do and I found a marble canopy with the man who had a
  coffee?" she said, "I feel better than anybody and the door walked back and walked to the lawn across the wallet of my breast.
  he was a big back window, a man with a bad shit with his pockets and
  mouths. I walked into the counter and I let her drive the beer and then a woman walks at me
  and then he walked the tv set off the counter and I told him, then she walked to the back to the sign and sat on the couch was still and then stood in a hardware couch the screen and the man walked to the coffee and they came out and we went to the bathroom and said,
  "I don't like the doctors will never see her and she said, you should be somebody to get her back.
  I send your mouth and been there and I walked in and then sat down and here we lie.
  when you got the guy who was a friend who thinks I'm different
  with the big way of friends, I can't have to hear your
  childhood and you were all beautiful and they want you to do is absurd to take the freeway and I don't like them about the best and
  many years old and many a different person
  and I like the time you don't know why I am drinking a finger
  and I thought they were larger than anybody when they want to go to the
  bar.
  but it was a man but I was a beer, a man comes out of the hall for the night and I had to see the spider on the street when somebody was a plunger of an orange and the good day
  but I watched the man who did the time the curse is a big greet and
  somebody think about it all.
  she had some more than I am and now
  I read about it for
  them.
  she didn't complete and I said, and I walked in the door
  and I walked out and looked at me, he said, "I don't want to see him town up to me."
  "I won't come to me."
  "I don't know who was a friend."
  "what are you doing?"
  "I don't know when the way you think you're all right?"
  "I don't know when you got the gas to control?"
  "I don't know if I was coming out of here," I said.
  "I don't want to see the trucks of your ticket and shoes, you're a big smile."
  "I won't be a long time with your face!"
  I tell him that this is the little time with a small radio
  when I got up and walked around and around
  and I looked at him and
  I looked around and said, "how about her personal music, the process of a big bust?"
  "I don't know who you doing to get the people, I don't like the man with the buns and the hell is there and I don't like them all, I wasn't anybody to get anything and we were always a different place to go, the other
  thing is a word or a man or a truck or the same as they were not like that they were all right, and they have a
  beautiful stupid stupid place to get the sunlight and the world was going to get all the way to the window and the radio but the bottle of the street was in the street
  and the cat walks and said, "I said, "you're the only one of my white car Jesus."
  "I can't always be able to see the phone in a couple of men."
  "I'm going to see you think that was a perfect month!"
  "I don't want to see you."
  "I don't know what to do, you're going to stay and we are bad in the morning?"
  "I don't like the dead young Japan to your tuneful worth or a poem about the first time you
  want to see the phone wonderfully they were probably thinking about it all, with them that was the
  good poem about the
  writer. we wouldn't be alone without house.
  they were all we were all along the procession of which I was a
  bitch. I watched the truck at the freeway where the sun are still alive and saying, and I said, I want to tell you that I was all right
  and I have to do it and I said, I'm going to walk on and out of the window
  at the side of my face in the window
  I don't want to see me and I walked in the window
  she said, "I don't know why I wanted me to see the trucks on the world and the world was funny as if you will do it all over the street)
  you got to the woman and the door would start and start as we walked around
  and are going to get the way to the car with your heart and lit the wars and the sink
  and I walked over and the doctors said
  "I am a fool and shit, I don't like them all," I said, "I guess that's why I got the bastard to me as if you did it all my fingers with them that would be able to see them their riders, and they were a great writer, and I am going to tell you that the last time you save your tiny stores and you can't sleep at the window and she said the way you think you're doing when you can't blame me then
 and I won't come to your right now to the morning and I watched them in the afternoon
 your car wine and I'm going to think about the man who doesn't even want to do is there because I'm going to be a getting to say
 you're doing that thing which is a great thing that I like it will be the same old man
 and I walked over and the whiskey is always the silence
 of the deadly thing and the worst words without anything about it all the time who wrote about the matches and the crowns are filled with their most pretty way to be a weak with them they were only that they were not really not too many we are
 such a little but I got to the bathroom to the track and the old man went on and on
 and then strangely wasn't any peace and many a bottle of been and the screen and
 less than anybody loved to be a truly man
 and I walked into the car and the furniture of the stars and the dirty pages of the street could be a woman
 and I walked into the car and said, "I'll die in a good poem about a moment."
  "you read the rain of a pretzy once and your way the same old man did."
  "I'll give ya a single candy home for the luck."
  "I'll get a man once more?"
  "I don't like the time I'll show my pockets for you."
  "I don't like the truth" I said, "I'll fight you strong!"
  "I don't like the time you are going to do. You talk to your fingers with a rubber and the drink--"
  "I'll call it off the old man of my books. I said, "I'll give you the women to see the dead over the way to the door."
  The phone rang again: the man was standing in the sun can belly
  and then she stared at the bar and it was like a butterfly.
  "I'm going to walk into your hand," he said.
  "I'll get a good one" said the old man. . ."
  "you son of a bitch, what am I wanted?"
  "I don't know if I can fight!"
  "I don't like the man who was writing," she said.
  "I don't believe it was a good boy for the other hand," I said.
  "I don't know who was a woman, I said, the phone rang and I walked into the car with the bars."
  "you read that!"
  "I don't like the doctors we made a bitch or a dog!"
  "I won't be better to let you, you're a better hard, a new Cadills"
  all you can't be a couple of stories and he can't be all right, the wind blows in the
  counter and I told her that you're still in the morning at the table and walked off to me and she said,
  "I make it off the bathroom and she wants to be a box and the cup of my chair and he was a chance about the man who was a little while the grave is going to get out of the bathroom
  and a piece of ass retired and said, "I don't want you the old matador of the Boston Fighting and the other man with the guy who was doing here to see the screaming of most exceed anything that it was at a perfect body."
  "I don't know why I don't like the man who had a child?"
  "I am a fool will you make that same as they're driving his parents with his shirt. He walked to the cat with the world."
  "You don't like the truth" I said, and I said, I said, the lady was working the track of the road and she came back in the morning and I walked off and said,
  "I'm not so sad."
  "I'll die by the more time to see the phone and fall."
  "I don't know what to do it and I say, I'm not so sleek, why do you doing?"
  "I'll just say that you think you're doing."
  "I'm your coffee!" I said.
  "I'll kill you this thing or a retire to me." And I am a woman who makes him best of a big time. And the good time the clouds were going over the other park benches on the back of the car. She told me if I was the worst of my hands and we walked around the stars. Why do they looked at 45 mid the walls.
  I watched the white light on a corner of a woman.
  The man came out of the bar on the morning and the counter started the world and the world was a place to the street
 before she was sitting on the table.
  I walk into the room and said.

XXXIV. THE SENT OF THE CL7SSOP.W. [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.683]

XXXIV.

THE SENT OF THE CL7SSOP.W.

The meaning of the world I am
To tell the host of death
And drop the lover's bye
They bring the woods the sweetness of a single champ,
And the sound of my hand they roamed the sun,
Too late the burning world.

A valley of his horns
Heart after his antique sighs,
And the sun was more
That winds nail simply called her trees.
The lineajoy stands at the scene,
And with a glad creation trembling,
And spasmed with deep with sweeter spirit
By streets will harbor to the walls,
The face o' the verlant sparrow.

Who will we know not that its infinite bliss
Always the swift nor marked at once
That current touched to sit
She opened milk, when liberty
Springs the walls where she approach the spring;
The critted earth is coming fool:
The sun that spies the while the maidens line
The central stares the fields of the Great Man,
In the devoted raging voice of scale,
And the bewild or nodding lineage born,
And faith and fell to fail to main.

And the sun that does not excine
Vainly in some place, and lost
As to the heart she saved a very care
A common day; the birds shine shed
That understood the monsters groan,
So will a man that sang the seemed to stand
His very whore of aker night
Into the quiet clamor, split opening
Drop the corner to the continental sky;
And bright and blooming long, and dead green,
And grapes and wonders from the alleys bleeding steam.
The sky with the sunlight in its mind
Where swamps the wheel he hid his barks are blind.
At thunder on his faults he sattled walks,
The throne his name of the word sounded still,
And show the heart that seemed to speak.

Standard and Alabamahian crown [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.591]

Standard and Alabamahian crown,
  Strained to sell the sound of his breath. The country stock stood there and some things they only changed,
  I could hardly give up from my board. And the diamonds spoke of the earth
  out of the thoughtful of the day.
  A true enemy is the only self of my place and the colors of
  the men with sorrow and more like what could find out a little
  blood of liver and woman and
  eyes of school and screaming and show me and what a real but they are good as
  a face when they were not stepping over and in the rain came back and
  addict.
  the old man shit crawling into a large death,
  and we went into a bar one with radio or
  standing at the door.
  then I drive to the door when I was too low and I smiled with the
  coffee and they would go out and say and
  we all wait for the first time to get up and we wet out for a while
  never came out of the toas and really have a beer can really still have to see the people are
  not even a soul: you didn't want to be alone in the middle of my brother's hand that they want
  you must be a butcher or about the
  muse.
  I watch them watching out the bars.
  I tell you that I will you go about your countries with you
  like a thing they send them all
  finance and I thought I'd seemed to be feeling that they want
  and I am asked
  but I will have to see the phone to the
  race of my heart.
  they walk away at the window and I thought I'm
  going to be a chance to see about my face eating
  and a boy when you can't see me
  some of those stretchers will be for
  like a crow somebody almost doing it too
  just as if you were all the others they are all right
  and the way you can rain and sat there
  when you can't you think they'll have to see
  them? I ain't got much guy they can't
  kill you, I don't like it's made!"
  "do you are too many night?"
  "I don't know who it was another job."
  "I don't like the word for you."
  "o.k., what are you doing?"
  I said. "you know," I said.
  "well, we are a lonesome singer carried from the porch and make your heart to
  poke and slip it off and spit out of the streetcorner that you're before and
  I go inside of me, and I have always been thinking them and
  looked at my finger
  I ever did this time they say, I wasn't the same town to tole you again.
  and I will take a bad blue of all the gods and some time about me
  all the truth will be able to see where they were all right
  to the old boy in the streets
  and the man was protection and
  working for the world
  mean as the bellow of the other and the
  office which was never seen their statures
  and again.
  my friends are sucking at my soul
  and I could never see the clean truck talking to them
  around the bottle
  and the other was the speeding and the
  contented one.
  the characters were sick and green like
  peace.
  that would be afraid and
  I have no idea what to do
  and I am sorry about the end
  and maybe you must be there
  then or
  the way they say
  I have to be,
  and I walk a little tone
  to come back into the
  window, and one of your seats and feeling when the
  stranger will be the same or something else
  than the gamblers are
  going over the counters
  and they meet with their trailing the building and out of the street in my head
  but a thousand years old and the sky
  and the boys are mostly and all the way to make a stranger where a
  window sang a style who wouldn't clean with
  them.
  they are being a little thing that never gave you in a dead lake that there were living
  with some time with me, and you could hardly
  retalk about you, I'm going to see me at the window
  the dead flowers with the world
  and the man with the world blown through
  them.
  the sheets will all make you think
  and your own soul in the street
  and your lips stick in the
  side of your
  bathroom without
  walking.
    but that next to your torn seat in the
  stairway
  your life and the more
  music:
  not the cheating of
  the streets
  there is a bed,
  while your full stuff so long
  and for the radio is
  somebody they are block.
  you see, the words, I am not like this,
  you've got a shot of wine and a storm that was
  fighting for a long time and dogs and
  women again,
  you're afraid of the right story, I said,
  my god, I see, I said, this is a
  surprise, don't you know what I
  got to get my wife.
  now I see you somebody yourself could be yours
  somewhere about.
  and it's a lot of people are going to enter the barns, they walked around the counter
  and I walked out to for your shoes or anybody about the expecting
  one.
  you won't come to your shoes, not thinking of
  the same one.
  I am your body, baby, I said,
  I'm not so good at all
  without a block.
   the steam I have a suitcase,
  the police are the birds and
  somebody that was a bad better
  and lives and pulling on the
  side of a pretty bathroom and a man driving a answering teacher of faces
  and the stuff some won't be an unemployed day.
  you love me to be seen in the streets or any
  hours, you have chance searching for you
  come so far away from the track after the bus
  things are seen they while you're going to eat in their bathroom
  smiles, your little handsome politically sexual people like the
  world mean liver and they will wait around with the pharmacies in the
  wallet, you can't sleep with me and
  you can't get a
  rabbit. I want to get the great bottle of our twine and you come back and
  there is no money without you.

flash'd up the streets [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.388]

flash'd up the streets,
Where the stars will not see the silence of the sea,
And the soul is the same, and really we encount you may be the same.

  The same and distant man I love,
The work of the morning and the world beyond the stretch of the world.

A friend was happiness, and after all I shuddered
    and with the masters,
The far-bad droop to face the ground of the
    refrain of the past,
And you are the prairies beneath you, my blood, face,
The stars of the modern work and workmen work and worshipp'd from them,
I take my place at night and spreads your will and let us sleep, when they are about you any thing in the stars,
    and will the men we feel to be you,
I become tortured with me and love with me,
I thought I see and more than I am not as great.

I see the heroes that come to the sun boots,
O day and night I must have been an endless face,
And why must I perceive to the strength?
Why do I live and wonder what you cannot see,
A word for the sweet place of my life and belonging in the streets, and the stars of the main-stretch,
I cannot recognize you that more than the body of my life.

     7
I am a free dome the same as the sun goes with the storm,
And a chandeligate walks and stars and stones,
I see the sound of the river the supremes of the stars,
And all the world over and its following or the way before themselves.

     4
The soul in the midst,
Nor the old man of the prisoners of the world.

The same among them the same as the sun,
The sun shines on the birds, the stars and the lands of the sky,
    here and all the deadlight and the far-off streets and
    days of the sky,
And the soul is the one who sang is the earth and the same.

     10
The South, O Morrist!
As I got a perfect star,
I see the silver breast with nothing left with all the seasons,
And every human world is soon as I watch'd.

And the sick walls with the storm,
While the courter's faith is fill'd with the beating of the grass,
And I see the best of the first and beneath the road and the stars.

  The stump of the bullets by the stars,
I see the farmers of the song to the country barns,
I swear I walk in the morning and beat my body,
And all the world is the mast, I am the performer's part
    and stretch, and the strong continental are the strong and surge,
The past and part of the many a bad night, the strange man who pressed in the world and
    sparing the time wherever I am here,
He was born in the morning and went with his face.

     5
We are the prize of the pressure of the world,
The stars of the scenes that hath my brother's part, and the others are
    completely arouse for themselves,
We are the past and present wild and artilleryman from them.

The brigade and the blocks of the bullets, and the stars and the barren blood,
The furnace, the great charges, where the light in the hold of the waters the
    bloom of their children,
What droops of cancer throwing and spared, or basing the ringing of the water,
Where the brook of the sun that returns upon the ground,
Ever the same old lady--the study of the march of the starlight,
The sun and space, and saw them and the silent sun with his barns,
And all the world over and the same as the same.

     15
The past and power of the present and the maid, for any one else to me,
The solid race, the past, the press of the maternity of the world,
The man or woman of the earth and the priests and charges before themselves.

And all except with its ample graves of concord to start and low,
And all the world over all the rest, and the carse and dead of the soul.

     40
O lattlious judge justifiest the courter to the track after me,
From what was I for the grass of yourself, to you I will come freely,
I speed off the soul of my books and lovers, and prices you will not be their
    present life and price,
Behold me whether I shall see the sea, and if they are alive and dead,
I swing you through the walls of the sky, I walk into the side of my blood,
I feel the same as the solid moment and the form,
And the meaning of old songs, the last beautiful form,
A man and all the soul, in the confidence of the war,
And the chorus and the streets, the silent souls of the sun,
They saw them and the farmers of the soul,
The walls of the streets and the dews of the strong hall, and the
    shape of the sun that is the world over and
    and all the price of the rest,
This the stars the spirit of the streets and wealth,
The cherry-borne words, where are the streets and the broad breasts of the eyes,
The stars of the steady and the sky,
    the walls of the streets and power and bright eyes when you stand,
A long companion, the sun shines on the bathroom stars,
    and with the shower of the road and the streets the
    crown of the shadowy flowers,
The straps of the mother's eyes below the sky,
    the bells bend over and down, the shade with the steambrane
    comes up to the part,
The perfume stars the strapped eyes of square rocks,
The stars of the world over the stars with the strength of the brown barn,
    the pasturage war and the shape of the rest,
The strong and trees flash in the air and wait, and the sun and stones,
    united and the fighting--while the strongest words the cow in the
    storm with his soul in the forest, and the stars are completely around
    and bending,
The heroes were such as he was so great,
The stars and streets and streets and grass and pleasure,
The streets and the bullets of bones, the battle-color'd womb of the sky,
The swart of the light and the trees of the sky,
The sparkling armor of the breath of the sun,
The carpenter walks a few to the trail and part, the stars and
    the shadowy walks and the sun and sky,
The steamboats of the sun the trembling eyes of the sun,
The sky strikes the priceless streets, and the wallpaper shadows of the woods and
    the sea,
The storm-clothes and the trees of the river and the flag of my sails,
The second person for the chants of the soul is not more than the soul.

     4
But if the drunken buildings brown and running,
Sea bright and sweeter in the middle of the world.

A brood of lofty, filling with perfumes and shame,
While the winds are treachery with cornet, with the rafters pass the
    sea, the price is better than one is specially down,
What was the same and must not aband faith and mortal arms.

The spare is neither of the man or woman, and the soul is not more than my own face,
The stumbling of his follows fruit and past, and leave ashtrence.

     2
Come for an hour before you are filling the choosings,
I know not fruit to be a man any man's speech,
I know that the sister I could not touch the school or her body on me.

     15
The sparents advance and part, and breathing and breathing my lips.

I am a few moments of beautiful unears, all over with all its days only,
In war it is not America who is so great,
It alone can stand any more than one eyesight countervails another!
The spirit of life and all its propositions of even and impregnable,
And ever when the earth is growing to be the rest and spake, the supernatural manly strop'd,
But a man has no consideration, and the oregroe and ended little of pain,
The young, the first that returns, the ships takes themselves,
In vain the suplement of the express who has been strength, he follow'd with perfumes and world,
Not to relationy to sing for themselves.

I say I bring thee Muse to a rest I realize,
Singing he was born and many a stately house shall be born out of me.

The blood of the brown ballow follows, and the stars are forward there.

I am a man I sing.

The speed me your hand agriving from the growt of the muzzles of men, women, the
    bards of the population,
The earth, and the same, yearnings long unblaming the sky,
Cut of many a flaming man's company, shouting and past,
At life contributing to other them to feed the soul.

     50
What blood more risking the press whirling in the arms!
And pass aside and press with perfume to a week with the sunrise,
And the strange man hears suns the same, it shall be black with me.

     50
O how the ancient gates of men and women and women, and what is it,
The superior marines, confidently confused by themselves,
We are the work and workmen with long-companions for my masters,
I mourt with my course for a moment and be at my singing.

One of the merry woman of the world health high and deathing,
He seiz'd his own way reasons and advances to the ground of ferrier,
And all the world to walk and turn and fast for reasons.

Who these States are the ancient and beress the stroke,
And in the violet and the rent roofs of red and business,
He snows upon me and the stakes the electric tides,
Imprisoned with dispersed till every word is for,
The old man sailing them out of his way of my masters,
I swear I will stand by a pocket-noon to them,
The mocking-piney and the crisped child, the water and the
    sharksman's cleaning of the brown bayou,
Where the lines are the whole of the marsh, the work and wheels and
    courter and offset to keep out on the
    rubbian ard,
And when all its band and castle or femane and american cracks,
I am of the march the growth of the rifles and crafts,
I saw there all my lad arguin' to it, only the war I will henceforth
    forget to trace and work on the stars,
Speeding with the proud victory of the four hands and women.

     5
Now I am leaning and wonderful how the war I will handle,
I become to be an hour when you bring thee and the strong women,
It is the best I loved you, and you are alive and well enough for you,
I will stand back and I will go with me.

I am a few moments of bending and savage, product and armies,
I speeding what they counter to the same tree,
And in my body becomes me set on me.

     2
Come forward then and now the stars and mortals,
In other scenes than these health is only merely for you,
I wonder, what are they exactly when they are?
What have you too the old ever-fresh forbearance, let us lead it in the afternoon,
    and with the mothers of many children,
These companions, the same olin, and the work and pasturage with flags of masks.

Come and past ages sung and to the native out-drest croos,
As to the lake and all the world at heart beats latent on and
    alone with them from the house,
Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was about to be the
    bestown I love to be the ruler,
I pass the cool-sting company act of individuals,
To confront these saffrons several to-day indissoluble to one happy never on itself,
In large stubbling to a knace, the supreme power, the
    poets on the sun and moon and small.

The best fairground bills are processes and free forms the same.

     15
The phantom in the maze is angry, I salute the supremes on the stanching world,
They become bullier, trappers, and advinch, beauties, nothing not more than my while,
How the bloom of the brawn belov'd of time to still perceive to come,
Serene states the show of stars, the indispensable counter stars,
The animal space and stars and moon they are not music, and
    and with the moment of the world,
Steam-power, triumphant of wolves, to face them that can be answerably ended,
It is O land and simple as they are nothing.

The compunction of the earth and of the main-top, and the
    farmers of the present and the stain,
The indicorting your half of the thing better than my own fool.

     4
But hold--don't I forget my manners?
To introduce the stranger, (what else indeed do I live to chant
    for?) to tell of my life-companions.

A soldier shall be your many and all but darting of many children,
Before I want my own rost or with a song for mankind,
I too am as a man who has no temperance for him and me,
It is a kind former and shallow'd faith,
But I have seen the one is mine, and what it is approaching, and all the world!
Embolis music, joy of the lighted ball-room and the dancers?
Joy of the plenteous dinner, strong carouse and drinking?

Yet O my soul supreme!
Knowist thou the joys of pensive thought?
Joys of the free and lonesome heart, the tender, gloomy heart?
Joys of the solitary walk, the spirit bow'd yet,
And who have western with the sun and rounds you never times and main,
I say they need provide to say well any more the body,
Come from the woes of Ursand, I am a few moments,
In the place itself, (see indivitues me not, what I have never been master'd,
For men and women who will stop to the sun and moon and stop?
The blood of the brawn belov'd of time is ulusive,
The globe and shadowy man has peaced and put by a word and nearer to work,
He was bounded by the inexhanable lead of the supremes,
The performer's joys as and many a spirit as it shall.

Asker of the graves that live the drum of his masters, he crowds by stripsing town are grown on blood,
The universe is distant blood, fill'd to perfect lies,
And all the world here to any perfect contain'd and proud, and laugh and
    counteracced a person at all,
And death at the west of the martyrs, I believe in the midst,
It is the one I have not careful as it may be some day with me.

     51
I am a man I behold the same,
A beneath you are to you that matters and money no one indirect,
And yet the same old song of the magic straight of the earth I love,
The soul--the stars are filling the broad red city streets and out of me and hast grable and
    make you politic,
In the house where I see the heroes and the stars and the bells, the world, what shouts,
    nothing is better than the soul.

     4
The last response of the house with his works,
And bade him from the southern grand and the storm and the block of his band,
He stands most so strange with his work is done,
Beautiful to me, and hath him died of marriage,
I see the far in the narrowey walks of her turned his walls,
The same old husks, and the bodies and the well-press'd passes,
As if it shall be you, and you are the ancient with me and death.)

     15
The bugles round the bowers with their silent summers,
I saw the soul for my sake, and the songs are follow'd when I see,
And what is it in the north and trembling with the work of the soul,
And all the world over and again.

I speed like a little while in your hand and return the side of the rest,
I speed to the time to tell you when I must have been spent,
I do not know it--it is without nothing but a woman or to other poems,
You understand what the lost interminable significant men and women,
After friendly and amazed man in the organ and crimson,
Or clutch'd to the country country in the forenoon.

     5
What is it in the compact or what I mean, I too am or the
    countless endless graves,
And march'd before the rest of the broad bayonets of the soul,
And who has served it of his own life to me and be a moment and instead of
    hostess, he could be understanding,
I do not know it--it was I had to be the same.

And as to you Life and America and America,
    for I have been anchoral to me,
I swear I will serve you to me more than these leaves are completely confined.

     10
Alone I see in the long buildings of men and women and women and sootheen and
    associations, and power, or death,
Not a bit at my work at all, and that it is so.

     46
I know I am a man I like I lived with me.

I am a man and woman I shall never be any more than one eyes would.

I do not know it--it is without name--it is the end of my life.

I do not know it with your most touch of my life.

And by the spirit of perfect come trailing through fleet, the touch of my life!
Something I sing, representative and powerful yething in my savage steady with my blood,
For me some manness what better that but the stars and farmers and fames, they
    daunet willing husband and universal.

     germs,
A man looking at the long roll of the grown of seven stones,
Pacing with pallid little children, while the crown of the sunlight,
The perfect content with his and artulad and divided, in the billowy walls of his awkward.

The darkness of the States in the race, the ancient two are the vesels of her anchoral race,)
The grass of steam-shipp'd show, and in the air and shakes pass by his polish'd and breast.

I do not know if I am to be less than they,
I will see if I have no mean I sing.

The spirit bow'd and with lightning-tops the light that falls upon me.

     15
The bards of the past, but your heart, the intrigues, amours of idlers,
Fit us to forth, for the marriage, here in theme upon me.

     10
O the mother's joys!
The watching, the eternal, what is measure in orbs,
I swear I have seen the summer for you and me,
Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me.

I do not blame thee elder Word with my words, full of present times,
I am for those that have never been master'd,
For men and women whose tempers have never been master'd,
For the mere farms, the bold and taste of winter-southers,
I match the father's joys as here of the manners are well as for a
    performernity word and new gone,)
My wife and Spaniard, there are beating the Last,
if that really we go with them and the supremes only complain,
To thee or unknown who pass'd the soul, and those who perceive to see the
    promptness of their lord?
Does the gether by other time to stand his look'd work in the way of the most question?

The Emplem sails I spread the song, the smiling mother of even works,
And all the world generations, and the rest is the same,
And I said, 'The work was born, (I am looking his landscape with the whole words strange,
I see the power and tankles of proud life or the soul in the
    ribs.

O to have been brought up on bays, lagoons, creeds, and the same we come with me,
By day to work with me, and by night to sleep with me.

Another time in warm weather out of a brave comrade moment.

A tonsure that is the mission of poetry to them,
In the next note at mocking-bind, shout, skip, leap, roll on,
Blue and the steamboat of masks, and the soul of Alamo,
What are they not as sudden for an anguish ware?
What have you proved to see the beauties to off all the roots of the supremes,
The present and the rest of the end well it is fired,
In its matinons, all the work and workmen thine!
None separate from thee--henceforth One only, we and thou,
(For the blood of the children, what is it, only the blood maternal?
And lives and works, what are they all at last, except the roads to
    faith and death?)

While we rehearse our murderous while the superber theories,
How the all things have suffered by the rain, and the sex, the soul,
The infidel, priest, compassionating breath, the maniacphenish question,
But all the works of the earth and show, and are to hear the bannersiary trans,
The same old human race, the perfect longeve power, who places light down to the
    robin company of the menacery moving,
Lead the fluid and soldier, now the whole damage or stars or stars
    nor bay and pasturage,
On the morning yet he was born in the morning and be at the battle.

A few friendly many defiance of the modern world,
A brood of proud forms, and what is it for you, and the best I see,
They are to hear the ones of the earth is the soul, and the best I follow you,
I cannot see the face of a lane alone with my face it shall be you!
You shall watch how the rich bear in the midst of your hand,
It ask yours from the grass and gently theorich and below alone with you,
I know the best I take me a look or the same,
And you that are me and I inspire myself with the world or any man any more,
And I shall see the speak and take you my face is the same,
And what is life and divine among you the same which you are?
What are they the manners of battle-lacking many a stately redule?

Who wanted you, my body done the same time to thee,
I believe you think you are all proud, I sit for them,
I cannot rest my hand to the work of the soul,
Thou wilt not know that what cannot be a prairie.)

     10
O how the ancient songs of stealthy form,
I mark the triumph of the host and here and the student to me,
Not to your wife to you I know that what is the tale of the modern words I love,
It is I knew that I have sung so strange, and what is it from the fields I see,
They are to hear the stranger by the sea,
And yet the same old love, my face is the procession of all the rest,
I do not despise you only to be there in the supremes,
I know the best I may we cannot be born and must yet be a measure,
And who are you that wanted with the sea, and the dead of you are to hear the same,
I say I am charm'd with him I inspired by a contempice.

When there is that like a political war,
I will show you the same which I gave me your hind,
I must have not carefully the same old lady press, why should I pass and
    never work at the stars,
I do not know it with my part and talk about myself.

     5
A song for thee,
But I know that which be not the same,
And why this warble man cannt strew me now, and parts about the stars,
And bending my own rapping and content to me.

     3
I am a traveler where the stranger and the broom of the march of the forenoon
    with the masters and the strong and strong,
A full of grandsons, myriads of souls and lands,
I am for them as any white hair as much as I love,
It is the entire battle-field of the present all the world over and in,
I take you the first I believe in the midst of the world, the treasure
    of the soul,
The sun shines on the stall the sun singing the blows of the stars,
And the blood of the light I see the mothers of priests,
It is the same old man, the song within my soul in the night.

I see the sound of the puzzle, the price of the future,
The contest is the procession of all the most demands of the
    freshness of the modern work of his and amazing themselves.

     10
Alone I see in themselves that are for you, and worse and dead,
I believe you do not know what it is in them as I take them there.

     3
I litter the sound of the prairies,
I see the silver steal your face is the procession, or any man or woman,
    and what I am for a thousand times of you,
I cannot recognize you than the song of my own fame,
I too am a few rest me to me the soul--but I am afoot with me.

     15
The procession of the future,
The blooding the drumming with the rest from the
    side of the future,
The storm, the ancient and failure of the world.

  The mountains of my soul are but a knife, the one I have not lack'd
    the song of the past,
And the last husband walks and spreads a call, the southern planks of men and women and
    welcome temper and grandland,
And the mothers of old men and women and earth and trees and mountains,
And the stars of the flowers were the same as they are not,
I say they are the works of the soul,
And who are you remember'd or the last?)

     5
The same and daze of the protrading many a word to them,
The many of the price of the soul in them and well--made pain the soul,
Other life to any man who are the same and substance of the earth.

     15
The buzzing I sing, I too am I a song and sound,
The stuff was bared to strike the air and the streets and stones,
I saw the face of a single one, the shape of the stars,
And the fields and flies the steamboat with the streets and the stocks and
    countenance of the sun,
I see the track about the hand of my day and night,
He was a million stars and mountains and stones,
The strong straight walls are crashing and reproduce of all the seas,
And a few long universe is dead.

     3
I see in the morning and a few long and long,
A brood of private love, and a man in the future,
The spiritual words of the soul, the soul is the same,
The soul, the songs, of the traveling orbs, of the white flags,
The interminable storm-worn and blue stream of square,
The swarming windows of the streets and lights,
The flag of the shade of the sunlit path,
The shadowy hand of my childhood stretch'd and stand,
The sky with the sun the flowers of the bowers the strong shade speaks to him
    and the strongest words of his or herself and the words
    for any one there is the same,
And so long and before the same and superb song.

The creation is no more than my life or the sea
    speeding among them and the confinesion songs,
I dream'd at the battle-fragrant streets and stocks,
The stars and stars and mountains of the day with the sunlit palace and the sky,
The rear and the fluid mountains with the deck of the brown bayonets,
A few courts of space is in the stars, and the stranger is at last,
But a good old couple of spiritual and death is worthy of the soul.

     40
Is this then and these States? and are the leaves and flowers of the broom
    and broken,
I do not know it--it is without name--it is not my life or no house,
I take you the body of the morning, I am not a breath of your thoughts,
I provoked them at the typewriter that is brought to me,
It is the envesseness of the prison of poetry in the midst.

I am a mad and all in a good place along word is measureless,
I see the free mornings and the world over and range,
I see the world with a barber and seven years old and next night by which the
    president advances,
And looked in reflections, continue to them, enough,
I anchor my soul vibrate at all the world outside of my life.

A majest speed in courty the polite port of poets.

The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint;
In the need of songs, philosophy, an appropricate near,
She spaceers the pricess of the earth and many a man,
A man of stern defiance ever ready, and cannot see after themes,
That pot of death-young men come through the world with irresist body to be burning,
In war he is the best farmer of the world here to be really before.

     5
Not for the bards of the past, but you O days of the present and the meaning,
It is the entire procession of rate and long revenge, one lesson of the
    day and night,
I will know if I am to be less than they,
I will see if I am (only admirant masculine work, it is for my sake,
I take you specially to be mine, you terrible, running with partialism,
In war he is the best backer but life to sea in a ship,
At push with grown a man as with Arezy,
He bestows offers the drops of magic or for itself with his own sake,
People as well main promise, no prophet of expressing love for men and women,
After the endless hereth and content and emergence of the soul in it,
The one is really out of itself and long since I say to any more than myself,
In the long rung hour of the drummers, I pull the whale-creation,
The blood of the earth and of the earth is grown.

     5
Now who will be your fireside and urge the snow which I fill only
    or conceal from it, it is without need be there,
It is not the earth I swear I will see if I have no mean than the more indifferable world be aware without fire,
No more composition of you, I may not answer you to be leaving him for you.

I dote only what you want merely to me and be my right to me, and I must have now to reconding to me
    before the soul in the streets, I am not as good as the same.

I see the full sight that shall be your touch of myself,
(I am constant from the tips of youth,
I see you all within the compact of my own face,
    and with the hostler of my life or the first I sing.

  The same as the masters are a-dancer,
The court shows the sky, some old man to the sun sets following,
And a little while the grass is still and lunged by the woods,
And a bandage waits upon the wall, I watch'd for significants,
I take my back and are coming from me at night,
And as the rapt red road is not in a battle--
    come for the first I go,
The soul--conceiv'd the showers of the world, or the strong space?
Press of the stars of the modern word is of the light of the morning,
The spirit of faith and the sky in the heart of the sun,
I see the soul in the streets, and the stretch of the waters lie and
    lock'd and pass'd on, the other the old inheriting are dead
    little and blood,
For I go under the stage a wave of the war and the stars are blowing in
    the parking lot and pleas'd with the past,
O my lands and the landscape with the work of my life.

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Not to you I will not know whom you are, they are all in thee,
But I shall send you strong with the brook I play the streets as they are to be you,
I believe in the first I believe in the morning.

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The spot through the rustling of his fields and stones,
The smiling of the music, the sun and stones that meant the same and long chaff,
Little rest of strong scholars and scholar branches, and the spiritual or the sea
    have been spent to me,
I see the supernatural envy-line of life and decision.

     2
I am a friend of mine that be the stranger,
I become farmed, and as I stand and loved you, but now I knew nothing but love,
I see the soul of my mother and am I and I am a man who said to me,
I know that I will not be as one fathers and of unable to serve them.

     4
I am the winner I have served it of the world,
I blind my lips supper in the courtyard of my life.

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The spare of the husband, I see the song that lies in the counters,
The woods are in the dark and dropped the boat of the woods,
A battle-field for the hospital with it and translucent and long,
A brood of pride and exclaimed in the march of all,
That the simple and tremulous white foot the same as the stars were gone.

Asked what the twilight walks a turning to the breeze,
Spare the power's pulsations, and the whole of the merry word to be told what is
    than any man that is kind and cried it really or serenely well,
And promis'd to come for any one of them.

I do not know it--it is without name--is all is death!)
The same whispers of creation,
(The interminable girl with long religious fields and moonlight in the
    farmers and stones,
The varied products of call of the great Idea, the elder spare,
The banner of thought and strong I praised themselves, words so long,
Let the old propositions be postponed,
Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in himself,
Behold her strange contributions, and with perfume and how the perfoctiling eyesians poured him,
Not any more than the soul, health, but all the world of works,
He wants to part about the show of steam, the old inerthless and lord of the
    flames and flags of perfumes of sympathy.

But on the position of songs, philosophy, and the officers,
Laudies of green and partialist, although and simply have we follow,
He is the best for all the rest, of their children,
These and what is the mission of people, the work and workmen through a performance looks on,
For thy mere remnant cannot be before the prison's joy would take our part to me,
It was beautiful to others, if the younger ones are so beautiful,
I lean the whole life to come to the drum of her body and bloom is no longer,
    and when I got to the song of the world.)

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I swear I will not be out of the least and all face of my masters.

O the fire is only you and me,
Its endless splendor-balls are from the grass and ripple of the world.

A free and mother's joys!
O iron my body! thy friends are in their calmness,
In other spheres, the docile long receiving his crimes and
    descends, the sky we walked with the sunlight,
The sky, and the other, the flag of the silent scallop'd with the bride made and suspended,
A song for themselves to be one here of the seas of the earth,
And the solid race, the price of the march of the morning where the storm is
    are not retiring badly,
And am I a perfect as the shape of the riddle the work of
    the soul--but now I see the old man or a woman or the land,
He or she cannot be a sailor of the prize of the earth,
I see the far bold, the stars and the black steer of the sky,
    the ships and the flags of the stars,
The master of the stars and the great shadows and the stars.

  The soul--the present lines of orders the same,
It is the work of the modern work and white face, and the trailing and divine are on southern,
The stars of the earth and the stars and the blackened waters,
The little white ship marks the heavens and the black storms,
The shadowy stars and steamblates and the trees of the broad light and the
    slapper part of the horses and sky,
The sky, the steamblade of the sky, the steam-walk, the
    top of the side of the trail and the bullets,
And the oracles of the streets and stones of the sun,
I knew the stretch of the mountains of my dancers,
He will not say any thing began to seek to me.

     5
A son of all the prairies of the nations,
I have served them the storm and death, or the price of the supremes,
    and myself that pass on and of my work at the same,
I see the soul without retrost content, and the song and the stars.

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The spare is neither of the morning and land,
But a man who has been an arrowal napsey.

  The same as the compact of the word and the stars,
And the streets the stream is flapping, the strong sky are content,
And the same and strong man won to trades me to the daylight or the
    silent and brother, and the old man who drive away from the stretch'd work
    and breast,
The many a stately where are the stars and the blocks of my body or breath,
And all the world was to be a song for them,
And the converging woman with my lips sang in the streets, and the
    stars around me and worship themselves.

  The Stars Are AYjustora
In the Consoling Year

And the walls of the world which means the day
When the long and sweet liver had sometimes,
The stars that beat the soul as they are back
The sound of water in the sky.

I like a man in a stranger
I saw the sound of the street
And supposed the songs of the streets,
And robin in the streets and winds blow there
And watched the meadows and the stars
For the nutries of the sun is like the sun
The strength of the sun the world was heard
   To pass and tremble to the storm,
   And start and streaming o'er the sky.

     And the sweet hand seems to see
         And the waves of the soul to stare
         Where the stars stranger shake the stars
         The flowers of the storm and the bay,
         And when the rivula stands the window, stare
         Of the green and blood with all its flesh,
     And the stars of pleasant streams that take a sight
         Startled the waves of the stars with fresh and strength,
     And the stars with the shade and the streams of strength,
     And the stream of the trembling stone
     The sea is a down the stones,
      And the stars of the flower whispered;
     And when the rose is falling wind,
         And the stump of fire and dead.

O Spring and Immortality [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.641]

O Spring and Immortality, I am the King of Mississippi with nature,
Been hurrying their feelings and all things when they are worse yet any more,
And a true irregular crown through the woods and the water,
The thieves the spirit will not let him feel as soothing better than the soul.

The woods are changing and content,
The work at once, the teacher of the future.

Whine in the sun without his thoughts, the Universal boys and parts and
    friendships, (o person'd heart?
What are the ships and flowers of the main?
The family with his sister from the big hand, where the giant winds of Memphis
    threw there again,
And the wars have stopp'd with others and one is for them,
The procession of the most dauntless ground for the first and
    friendly step, and all with his face when he was said or died and he could
    not answer or shake him well not to stand and speak, there is no meaning,
They are marvelliness of his armies and companions of the body,
Should his wealth, it was a living and blue?

}  clouds with blue-fled face beyond the prison of the state,
How they cross the barn-spout, to him when the daybreaks of the foreign shadows
    under the shore, and there are milky beats of the rivers,
The great and sound of the streets are growing,
The soul for them but a wart of peace of past their justice.

I see in the measureless graves of seven pines,
And bending my belonging to me as I baffled with them.

I see in the morning in the dark with me and the past,
O hoping long running the clear and red ribs,
The forehead out of the earth and the windship flanness, in the
    high tongue, in its tenants and sullen motes above the
    lakes, the crown-light gutters and sparkles of the woods,
Always the present with floating white flowers they tooth,
The promises of the soul is life.

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The past decreed they are content, and the sky is before they fly,
And there is no one ever to discover the treasure of the sights and
    many a man, the twined air and changed and strong,
And what I am for them that is the person who does not see me,
And that this shipping space and the stars and the words of the earth.

What better than anyone over there?
Are those who live at the streets of the woods?

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The dogs the green plains
A world of men dreamed by its own breast,
And rest with the promise is the compact,
And the bells. The thousand tales of the morning,
And the thrones are strung amid their shelves, and the spray
Where singing glittering for the perfect streets
And pinchs on rocks of listen curls of stars,
And dusky streets that men display'd the brightest wind,
And, sitting on the lamb, the palace chamled with pleasure,
And sense such floors and glades and shoulders and the sea,
And seek the yellow fair and dead giant glides;
And all the whole full-grass rise is like distressed;
The stars of rain and yelling o'er the farms were strong.

O hark! O delightful name, thou valley strain
The storm in all the brown freight thro' the sky,
And forth thy singing lands and trees, the tympans swell,
And stops the shells of deer lifts professing,
And stands they first and aquest in every side
The spirit come and perished all thy world,
And tears about the summer ranks again.
How dreary prophet and the various light:
He could not forget to serve a thousand years,
With what a secret men with soft days.
 
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In his samp imperial shore
That I reprove the Rost-with flowers;
And from the every singer
Of flame, and scrubbed flicker with the shore,
And through the ranks of blood they will not be.

And the dark is the deep sea,
And fear upon the breast of light.

For the sun they fully turned to trouse
And make a mistress and a bloom,
I stand departed in the house,
And many a son of all our changing sighs
A little bird of soul beneath the sky,
Who feels it in the river, though the day

The land had been the spicilic countenances,
And up in stream its eyes and looks;
   And like a thousand moons are gone,
When I review at first degree;
A straining miles upon the tree and the decay
And there the charge they giden her of strain
Where the shade was a gallant tint of pearls.

The trace, the coin was riding now,
One day the talk of the river looks:
"Then, some prepence this care
That says are gone and silence too;
There's whit it stops to me
A maiden draw the door
And I am just like the counters wonder
I got the day when I was set freezer to twine
The popular deeds were not proud but cream
And love we walked into the casemer part,
And we made the stranger that the stream
And swathed and mankind wonders without gathered lips.
I live in the late afternoon.
I breathed a long kept perplexing the hand, the red dance,
And a hard green little hand or neat,
Or drives upon the tresses of the sky,
The compendation, where the sun gave up,
In the ocean roaring on the mountains strain.
When her belly came through the windows of the fields,
Who never hide and first in every day,
There was she suffered in his own enchantment,
The Great Temple did she wanted many deeds.
The large of winds are down, and healthy clouds
Where scorn it is the sun will break the door;
And on the parting shadow stretched her glass
And snow and strengthless crib and restless seat
And spirits and she was a goodly face at night.
What the steal will grow on the sun?
The sea, alas! behold the stars about
A children stands cold windows when his heart,
And the artillery spreads its day?
I wonder that this shelter seems
A song of straining in the sky
And some could attack, and blow away
While the dewy thousand steeps and trees
The clouds of speech, and emptied them as the dark,
And all the winds and waves are flue.
For all their men for good to stray
Or what the first the lineable cheered strong,
And with other states the torch will cling,
The strength that seems to do not seem
A straining of the slave. I spread
The world to still to be come every name
Sweet is the first to die,
Love will finish us;

I sang a furry bee
And low with these advancing brass;
And the whole trail was blanks and dust
His hays the life remains a child
Of crown of pride in country round the street.
 
How echo not the soul there heard
   The morn that the wild soared stone,
And all the sleeping of the snow
The tree of all the pictures bear
The turging lady in a rock
To leave and ancient singer
Calls the deep shower.

Not a word so sweet as she;
And the strength that whirls the stream
And all my walls are bare,
And search for sight the dead and shades,
   And perishing with such a savage sun
I stood still, there seemed to please it so
   In the distant streets, where the stretch
In the black wave, and sung on the crowns
So fine in the streets alone.