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If everyone knew everyone
from Cuba to Canton,
there’d be no block to any
city street;
everyone knows Jonathan
and everyone knows John
but Jonathan and John
will never meet.
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Cheerful, Kay Sage, in English Clear filters
Ablution
We all smell the same
when we sweat.
Some of us wash
and some of us
don’t.
Regimentation
In New York
on East 53rd Street
I saw a fly
walking across the street
on the green light.
Bill of Rights
Anyone’s glasses are alright
if they can see with them;
anyone’s pleasures, problems, perfections, or perversities
are also O. K.
as long as they don’t bother me with them.
Comedy
And there it is;
another curtain down,
another program
just to throw away.
But, never mind,
I’ve had my trip to town
and any critic would have loved
the play.
Reunion
At last
in bed
at night
they meet—
My feet.
My Sister
I met a man along the road,
I said, “Excuse me mister,
but do you think that you could tell me
where to find my sister?”
He looked at me so strangely,
I thought he might be crazy;
"Yes," he said, "I'm sure I can,"
and handed me a daisy.
If a Hole
If a hole
were just a hole
without a thing around it,
who would know
it was a hole
and how
would they
have found it?
Debacle
Drop a hat
or let a crown fall,
men have always been
my downfall.
The Rolling Stone
The rolling stone it rolled and rolled,
and it gathered no moss and gathered no gold,
but it sang to itself as it rolled along
just for the fun of hearing the song.
The rolling stone it rolled and rolled
till it got too shiny and smooth to hold,
and it laughed at the stones that were gathering moss,
who were lumpy and bumpy and terribly cross.
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