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A quatrain in summer

Born a might ‘mong men
in death, second t’none
Xiang Yu is missed still
T’die than homeward run
 

A tune of dreaminess (Last night rain sparsed, gust blew)

Last night rain sparsed, gust blew.
Deep sleep cured not drunk fr’brew
Asked curtain furler
she quothed ‘blooms grew as new’
You knew?
You knew?
Green leaves thrived

A tune of dreaminess (At dusk, stream-side abode)

At dusk, stream-side abode
Too drunk to know home’s road
had fun