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William Blake and wife played Adam and Eve In their English garden, totally **** His neighbors were shocked and morally peeved. Such escapades proved outrageous and rude, Till his poems made his scared public believe. He showed their mind-forged manacles were crude Facsimiles of mankind’s true freedom. His strategy, both Romantic and shrewd, Found Eternity in sand’s finest sieve. The doors of perception caused him to brood On the spirit’s want in a world bereaved Of sustenance. Infinity: soul food. From Heaven and Hell, he would never leave. Adam and Eve romped, always without shoes.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
Adam and Eve
William Blake and wife played Adam and Eve In their English garden, totally **** His neighbors were shocked and morally peeved. Such escapades proved outrageous and rude, Till his poems made his scared public believe. He showed their mind-forged manacles were crude Facsimiles of mankind’s true freedom. His strategy, both Romantic and shrewd, Found Eternity in sand’s finest sieve. The doors of perception caused him to brood On the spirit’s want in a world bereaved Of sustenance. Infinity: soul food. From Heaven and Hell, he would never leave. Adam and Eve romped, always without shoes.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
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