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Her face was in a bed of hair, Like flowers in a plot— Her hand was whiter than the sperm That feeds the sacred light....
12th December 2011
When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay To keep me happy all the day...
3rd November 2011
You are free to use what ever material in my profile you desire. Would you let me know if you do. Thank you. Michael...
3rd November 2011
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded...
23rd July 2011
[=18][=darkblue]1870 Mother's Day Proclamation, Julia W Howe:  [=18] "Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with...
9th May 2011