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An evening´s jet
Crossed sky trajectories
This hill bound scene.
An England merry
Summer green
Of duck & squirrel,
Pond & bloodhound,
Where flocks she now
Fair teenage locks upon
His naked breast laid
& boldly flares for crotch.
Nor anxious furtive look
That as it scares, dares,
Delays ravishment
When sacrifice is done
Together with the setting sun.
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
10/20/2005 |
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Some great imagery there.
Well done. |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
9/3/2005 |
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| Wonderful write! |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
9/2/2005 |
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A poetic atmosphere observed by the heedful eyes of a wise soul
to depict "Grave´s Park on High Norton".
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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| Reviewed by Bonnie Torrente |
8/28/2005 |
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A lovely write. Romantic, well penned.
I enjoyed this piece of work.
Bonnie |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
8/28/2005 |
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| Great descriptions! |
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