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Bad Mood Rising

I just posted a very pessimistic new poem called How it Works. Maybe I'll read it at the Valentine's slam just to be a buzzkill.

Posted February 2, 2003 10:54 PM | On This Day: 2006 2004

 

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Two Years Later

Has no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn'd?
Or warned how despairing
The moths are when they are burned?
I could have warned you; but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.

O you will take whatever's offered
And dream that all the world's a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.

W.B.Yeats