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My soul is dark with stormy riot,
Directly traceable to diet.
Year In You're Out (1930)
Which six of the seven cities that claimed Homer were liars?
Year In You're Out (1930)
Little by little we subtract
Faith and Fallacy from Fact,
The Illusory from the True,
And starve upon the Residue.
Year In You're Out (1930)
The heart’s dead
Are never buried.
Year In You're Out (1930)
To all the starry host of Heaven they cried,
But had no radio and of course they died.
Year In You're Out (1930)
The countless cousins of the Czar,
Grand Duke or Duchess, every one,
As multitudinous as are
The spheres (who borrow from the sun).
Year In You're Out (1930)
To You, oh, Goddess of Efficiency,
Your happy vassals bend the reverent knee,
Save when arthritis, your benighted foe,
Sulks in the bones and sourly mumbles "No!"
Year In You're Out (1930)
Serenades and Songs for a Pent-House Window, no. 3 (p. 68)
Year In You're Out (1930)