Priscilla Sayers
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When He SpeaksA Poem by Priscilla SayersMy pulse quickens... His sincerity isclear. My yearning boils and thickens. When his lips graze my ear. His hands brush through my hair, fi.. |
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GossipA Poem by Priscilla SayersUpside down Backwards Cackling Hens Pecking Probing Proding In the rise of ignorance TRUTH easily descends. |