Tosh Bosh

Written 19??


        
               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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