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Hey, Alaric--
It’s deep winter down here
In Hellas and we’re in
A run of magic
In Hellas and we’re in
A run of magic
Weather a wee bit of what I wager
Your frigid, hard-up barbarians would love
To bask in while they rape and plunder.
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Our assets, you say?
Hear those panpipes? Another of our classic
Clear spring days, flocks of immaculate sheep
And she-goats bleating in the meadows
And behind the susurrating hedges--
Would you believe it?—a tangible
Cornucopia of bestial fornicating fauns!
*Before the Crisis
*Before the Crisis
Vassilis,
ReplyDeletecan you email me at cdidiodato@gmail.com. I seem to have lost your address. I have some questions about John Levy.
Thanks!
"...susurrating..."
ReplyDeleteWhat a terrific word. (Yes, I had to look it up.)
Kevin, "terrific"--what a word to describe your photographs.
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