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May. 7th, 2012 12:37 pm
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Sonnet #18

(a parody)



Shall I compare thee to a bale of hay?

Thou art more dusty and far less neat.

Rough winds do toss thy mop about, I'd say,

Which looks far worse than hay a horse would eat.

Sometime thy squinty eye looks into mine

Through stringy, greasy hair that needs be trimm'd,

And ne'er a horse had such a stench as thine,

As though in stagnant sewers thou hast swimm'd.

Thy disgusting image shall not fade;

This my tortured mind and soul doth know.

O, I should love to hit thee with a spade;

And with that blow I hope that thou wouldst go.

So long as I can breathe, my eyes can see,

And I can run, I'll stay away from thee

(sorry, Will)



1991 tonybaldwin



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spring

May. 7th, 2012 12:36 pm
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In spring there is first

budding and green and

dreaming ambition forming

into summer strength

and purpose giving shade

giving way to autumn

every leaf finding color

and spirit and freedom

falling to the ground

resting

until blanketed with snow.

The hill above my window then, as

white and barren

pure and empty

solid and strong

as an ivory buddha.

Today I part my hair

a little further to the left.

Every line brings color to

the inside, to the mind,

filling and emptying.

Yet I cannot age

with the grace of trees



tony baldwin 1994



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