A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng;
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard....
Wait till we empty one more cup --
West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.
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Going to war without the French is like going duck hunting without your accordian.
by John CiardiOne Easter not on the calendar I woke
and foundI had survived ambition.
There was nothing I wanted more of. Time, yes,
if it was given. An unfinished thought
to add a page to, not for the thought's ...