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! ...
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.
Credited to HP lovecraft.
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|Tosh Bosh is currently in the Public Domain. This text can now be legally distributed as the work was published before 1923 and the author died in 1937 therefore the 70 year extension has expired.|