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A Little PrincessI remember last night
When you called me,
In the dark
Tucking me in to bed,
Glancing at the wilting roses
You gingerly snuck into my room
A few days before.
Allusions To YouYou
Some supermarket in California,
We were searching for Whitman
Behind some grapes.
Alas, he was not there.
Played a game of chess
In some tragic Wasteland
What else is there to do?
Our barn was burnt down
We took our shopping cart
Filled with various items
Clothes, blankets, canned peaches,
Sunflower seeds, 2 flashlights, hard candy,
Tissues, Sprite, a soup pan,
Hardtack (which I made myself)
And a sleeping bag, for when its cold.
I have never been cold,
Beside you before,
You never mentioned it either.
Those are the nights I realize
That my entire study of American Literature
Has never prepared me for the American Life.
No American Dream has come from
Whaling, living in the woods, traveling west.
No civil overthrow of the government
Will brand you with an A.
You taught me that,
As well as other
But most of all,
You are my incorruptible dream.
I will beat on against the current
Which way does your beard point?
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