Good Morning.A Poem by Anathema Herem
She dances, prances:
turning her face to and from him-- a flirtatious girl in a gown of blue. He spirals, smiles: invincible fire in his bright eye, and makes little Goldilocks bloom. * * * * *
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4 Reviews Added on January 30, 2010 Last Updated on January 30, 2010 AuthorAnathema HeremGAAboutNone so devoted shall be ransomed: Am I a thing set up to the gods, or a thing accursed? 1526, from L. anathema "an excommunicated person, the curse of excommunication," from Gk. anathema "a thing.. more..Writing
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