Author: galathaeagalathaea Date: Mar 14, 2007 17:07
On Mar 13, 4:04 pm, "sirblob" hotmail.com> wrote:> on fish street hill on an autumn day,
> i saw her first and knew
> that her dark hair would weave a snare
> that i may one day rue.
> i saw the danger, yet i wanked
> along the enchanted way
> and i said let grief be a falling leaf
> at the dawning of the day.
>
> on bush lanet in november,
> we tripped lightly along the ledge
> of a deep ravine where can be seen
> the worst of passions pledged.
> the queen of hearts still baking tarts
> and i not making hay,
> well i loved too much; by such and such
> is happiness thrown away.
>
> i gave her the gifts of the mind. ...
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