Iambics, by R. H. Morrison Oh, how I feel the accumulated burden of /
Poisoned nights and grubby, pallid days! You, /
Cards, is there anything at the same time more /
Allu...
Iambs, by Vladimir Markov and Merrill Sparks Oh, how often I feel the burden I have hoarded /
Of smudged, anemic days and many poisoned nights! /
You, cards, docs anything exist that’s more a...