Not one but two needs relish sweet sorrow

Not one but two needs relish sweet sorrow.
Wooden shoe wish new saga song bonnet?
Purple flower here now gone tomorrow.
One knows not lief, and if hair be sonnet,
Wold eat polka dotted cotton culotte.
Back seats escape too simple bounded rules,
Schemes where at smart turn deer quickly departs,
Shirking away from linked coupling rope pulls.
Gears thrown greased ball bearings plop soft thudded,
Rustling rough yon fat fig leaf yellowed grass
Into well palms of gleeful looped poet,
Frogs Voila! in deep wide throated bass:
Now twanged by gee sang plus web danced for thee,
Not two but three may now exclaim in glee.

Theory

4 thoughts on “Not one but two needs relish sweet sorrow

    • [Buffalo Bill ‘s]
      BY E. E. CUMMINGS
      Buffalo Bill ’s
      defunct
      who used to
      ride a watersmooth-silver
      stallion
      and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
      Jesus

      he was a handsome man
      and what i want to know is
      how do you like your blue-eyed boy
      Mister Death

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