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Axe handles
books give thorough direction
for the binding of books
O make my whole study the same
binding my hand to my hand
as ear to auditor
or hope to that old ache
Poems on the topic: ache
Poems on the topic “ache” on Poets.by.
Flaquito
all the hip and hungry places
force me to get bit
my aches eating me
full of talk about talk
my head is all oven
Keeping it real
my sensible pen has taken
to making things little
till night wrote me
a multitude of aches
Birds on a wire
Starlings land
above me, greater
than my aches,
and mew.
When I Was One and Twenty
When I was one and twenty.
My ills were in their prime.
With aches and pains aplenty.
And gout before my time;
I had the pyorrhea,
And fever turned me blue—
They said that I would be a
Dead man at twenty-two.
Now I am two and twenty.
The aches and pains I thought
Were miseries aplenty,
Compared to these, are naught;
And even these are bubbles,
That scarce can worry me,
When I regard the troubles
I'll have at twenty-three.
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