Weird Modernist Poems

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4 WAYS OF GLARING AT A BLACKBIRD

I was of th✸ee minds,
Or the beauty of innuendoes.
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
Even the bawds of euphony
Are one.
The blackbird must be flying.
For blackbirds.

Weird Modernist Poems

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9 WAYS OF JUDGING☆A BLACKBIRD

♡e rode over Connecticut
It ｡⋆.as evening all afternoon.
An indecipherable cause.˚☽˚Even the bawds of euphony
Are one.
The shadow of his equipage
Or the beauty of innuendoes.

Miranda

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I have been trying to remember how to spell subterrene for like 5 years because I think it sounds more euphonious than subterranean