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Flings and wings and rings rejected…Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, ..
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Ill-fated crowd neath unchained cloud: the Silent City bravesagainst a sudden sullen flood, unleashing lashing waveswhich wash the stony structures cl..
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THE FLAME PROLOGUEThe Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,illuming evening’s negligeesWith braided curls she swirls and sways,and flits..
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Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,I discern them again where she left me back then, as we kissed when she par..
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He was my sun, my one and only son,attired as a cowboy for the day.And so I handed him a little gunof fastened random sticks, for him to shoot and pla..
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’Tween hither and thither we wended our wayskipping, dancing through sand dunes, in seascape croquet.While woven in waves watching dolphins at p..
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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,passing chambers of an Heiress(though no need to feel embarrassed)through a mag..
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Beneath long lashes, misty clad, Your limpid eyes are sometimes sad; They bring to mind a homeless waif Engulfed in rain with nowhere s..
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The Bishops bathe in Babylonwhile Princes, prancing on the lawn,watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan. The King dares not defend her.The Horsemen,..
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The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazedas the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze.Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones cra..
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