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Nov 2017
I once read a poem,
About a god, swan and woman,
And thought about
The Annunciation;
A dove descended,
From position of power.
With no proposition,
But an edict in it's beak;
Flapped naked,
Before the deed.
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb...
She heard.
No... No... No...
Can we talk.
"Leda and the Swan," by W.B. Yeats
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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