Author: Mack A. Damia
Date: Apr 19, 2008 10:16
...; a sapling pine That grows on the edge of a Kansas bluff And wars with the wind when the weather is rough Is like this Lasca, this love of mine. She would hunger that I might eat, Would... in her smile and frown, Curled crimson lip and instep high, Showed that there ran in each blue vein, Mixed with the milder Aztec strain, The vigorous vintage of Old Spain. She was alive in every limb ...
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