heaped i
with dirt shall
produce a babe
(greenly a thousand
****** against the sun
will stand against his heat
)a shimmer gently child
of softly hair mostly
a body innumerable
so thick with verdance
(and
i will
laugh
and say,
"was there ever any death?"
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 7:05 PM UTC
heaped i
with dirt shall
produce a babe
(greenly a thousand
****** against the sun
will stand against his heat
)a shimmer gently child
of softly hair mostly
a body innumerable
so thick with verdance
(and
i will
laugh
and say,
"was there ever any death?"
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