The boy on the beach in Goa Cried please bring me some more Beer if you please At twenty five rupees Here's my mug, please pour! or Further delay I will abhor! or Alcohol has not yet reached every pore! or Write your own line, you bore!

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Being There

Time passes in lonely discomfort. They sit together, far apart, watching without seeing flashing symbols of contemporary life.An age of reason, a feast of thought, a life of duty, a world hard fought, an eternity of action without reaction, speech without words, duty without reward, loyalty without reciprocation.The mind is numbed by thoughts…

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Two by Two

Hazy day Crazy play Cars on tar Jars on bar Bright sun Sight gun Funny crack Gunny sack Red blood Dead hood Heave ho Weave more Wail squeal Jail meal Rag Doll Sag Moll Volt Jolt Cold Mold Lazy Sway Hazy Day

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Portrait of the writer

The art of the writer is a precious thing. He writes for himself, but others are served. The heart of the blighter wants the woman to cling. He wants for himself the other thinks “perve!”. The part of the writer is a constant thing. It creates itself barbers conserve. The fart of the…

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The End

No one knows Where the love goes Shadows pale And men fail When the end comes No one cares To find out where Loving ends And minds bend When the end comes No one says What should be said Heros die And eyes lie When the end comes No one tries What should…

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