Category Archives: Mark Twain

Never the Twain (poems from old notebooks, November 2001)

You know Tom loved the lissome Becky               just the way wax loves the wick.               And you know his curiosity made him want to be               the star of his own funeral               even if it cost him a lick               (or ten) of … Continue reading

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