Sangria Green
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Untitled TOOA Chapter by Sangria GreenAnd all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances And where thy footstep gleams— In what ethereal dances .. |
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The Doll and her masterA Chapter by Sangria GreenThe doll and her master The doll stood before the king and watched him in his surprise. The King was amazed. Where had she been? The mansion h.. |
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They call them fuzzy butterliesA Poem by Sangria GreenThey call them fuzzy butterflies with their bulbous bead eyes and tiny frames and imitated beauty. They are worms with a thick wooly Vender of sup.. |
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