Truth Serum
We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in. . . .
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Two Guitars
Two guitars were left in a room all alone
They sat on different corners of the parlor
In this solitude they started talking to each other . . .
The Tyger
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye, . . .
