May 2015
As I lie upon a velvet recliner
beautiful women feed me grapes,
one at a time,
straight from the vine,
as poets fan me with palms and psalms
that they so very much wish to preach.
beautiful women feed me grapes,
one at a time,
straight from the vine,
as poets fan me with palms and psalms
that they so very much wish to preach.
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