Favorite Poetry






          Shortest summer night...
                 come dawn, lamps still burn
                on the bay.  

                     Shiki



         A unicorns observation
          Peter S Beagle
              from The Last Unicorn

        [The unicorn]sighed and plodded on, both amused
        and disappointed.  It serves you right, she told
        herself. You know better than to expect a butterfly
        to know your name. All they know are songs and poetry,
        and anything else they hear..  They mean well, but 
        they can't keep things straight.  And why should they?
        They die so soon.
          



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