The Good HostA Poem by Paris HladeThe
Good Hostf
The Glorious Triumph Of the Dazzling Gentleman Paris Osowski - An Affable Host, Exquisitely Skilled in the Social Graces,
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My guests are gathered in my
love; The evening welcomes "
All
The silk of social harmony Spreads like a golden shawl
But near this scene, my
demon leans Against a crooked tree, and
points Her finger to the ground,
And then, she points at me
But not this evening will I
go - I rise in faith bedight!
My guests are Gathered in my love "
I am the host tonight.[1] [1] Paris
suffered from the curse of sudden sadness, particularly in social situations.
He was occasionally the death, though more regularly the existential ennui that
wrecked a party. However, he was consistently a charming and attentive host, so
strong was his desire to please those who were his invited and highly valued
guests.
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Added on January 11, 2023 Last Updated on January 11, 2023 AuthorParis HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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