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William Carlos Williams - Great Mullen
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One leaves his leaves at home 
beomg a mullen and sends up a lighthouse 
to peer from: I will have my way, 
yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten 
fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller 
as they grow more—Liar, liar, liar! 
You come from her! I can smell djer-kiss 
on your clothes. Ha! you come to me, 
you, I am a point of dew on a grass-stem. 
Why are you sending heat down on me 
from your lantern?—You are cowdung, a 
dead stick with the bark off. She is 
squirting on us both. She has has her 
hand on you!—well?—She has defiled 
ME.—Your leaves are dull, thick 
and hairy.—Every hair on my body will 
hold you off from me. You are a 
dungcake, birdlime on a fencerail.— 
I love you, straight, yellow 
finger of God pointing to—her! 
Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have— 
I am a cricket waving his antennae 
and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!
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