Gregory Bell Biography

owl cries

thunder cracks
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And so you set me on to write a sonnet
For your pleasure (and mine own, dear sire,)
But more, I trust, a feather in the bonnet
Of a city that doth heights inspire
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Welcome stranger, friend, unto our shire,
This goodly glade wherein we play our faire,
And fairly play, we trust, that you'll admire
The Pageantry unfurled before you here.
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Stranger in town, I am alone
as I leave the Harvard COOP
(rabbit warren of books, books, books)
pleased with myself and with my find
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I would not hurt thee, this I fain would say
When questioned toward my truest of intent;
I fain would tell thee thou must go away
Or e'er my heart, or thine, should thus be rent.
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