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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Celebrations Of The Sensuous


can no doubt grow tiresome to
those in the hinterlands of alone,

but my message today brings hope.
In every shire, from the dew of dawn

will emerge a sheen shalleen, a lass
fit for every lad. And their golden days

will fill our minds with
the gray mist of the lost.


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