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Face all of crag Lined out in youth And smoothed where Time thinks best. Parenthetical mouth. Asterisk-ine blush spreads Where Doubt lingers. Question marks pronounced Exquisitely through lips. Like a tactile symphony, No harsh chord exists. Not in the lines of the face Though it looks as if its Planes were imported from disparate periods. From a Baroque cheek To a Tudor brow And a smirk that even James would be Hard-pressed to translate. To my initial A. Long may he reign; For I feel in truth whatever he may feign.
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
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Face all of crag Lined out in youth And smoothed where Time thinks best. Parenthetical mouth. Asterisk-ine blush spreads Where Doubt lingers. Question marks pronounced Exquisitely through lips. Like a tactile symphony, No harsh chord exists. Not in the lines of the face Though it looks as if its Planes were imported from disparate periods. From a Baroque cheek To a Tudor brow And a smirk that even James would be Hard-pressed to translate. To my initial A. Long may he reign; For I feel in truth whatever he may feign.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
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