Tosh Bosh

Dead Passion's Flame
A Pome by Blank Frailty
Ah, Passion, like a voice - that buds!With many thorns...that sharply stick:Recalls to me the longing of our bloods...And - makes my wearied heart requick! ...
Arcadia
By Head Balledup
O give me the life of the Village,    Uninhibited, free, and sweet.The place where the arts all flourish,    Grove Court and Christopher Street.
I am sick of the old conventions,    And critics who will not praise,So sing ho for the open spaces,    And aesthetes with kindly ways.
Here every bard is a genius,    And artists are Raphaels,And above the roofs of Patchin Place    The Muse of Talent dwells.
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Credited to HP lovecraft.
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