this is my favorite poem of all time.

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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn

Comments

[eenfidel]

I've always thought that e.e. cummings never got past being a little kid on the inside. A bright one, but a kid nonetheless.

[alienchrist]

one of my favorites, too.