The Seagull’s 239th Seguidilla
Gulls like to move where freedom
And prosperity
Are found. Belittled tunes are
Belted out by he
With a quiet charm.
With fantastic faintness comes
Sofa-soft reform.
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The Seagull’s 245th Seguidilla
Another midafternoon’s
Misandry upends
My swashbuckling. Gulls esteem
Death par excellence
Today as much as
Previous eras did actors,
Newsmen and witches.
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The Seagull’s 273rd Seguidilla
I’d rather be a chessboard
Than a pawn, since bad
Advice outnumbers grains of
Sand. I’d beseech God,
“Let my lover be
A voyage of discovery…”
Autumn votes for me.
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The Seagull’s 274th Seguidilla
“Are you the child of beach and
Sea? All day beseech
Is all you do!” In autumn’s
Distant, windy speech
I don’t hear love, its
Eloquent, elected hush
Which swims like Mark Spitz.
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The Seagull’s 275th Seguidilla
To pass the time, I went on
The most important
Fact-finding mission ever.
Into her constant
Heart and its Office
Of Fidelity I went
To sip her coffees.
