My house Wren shuddered
as the feast of St Stephen
passed by,
when I dreamt I sought Diana Rigg.
How I love Greek sounding names
But Ancient slaves
were never Di Vinci,
sometimes leaden smiles
lacks vocation
but will ring fence the loneliness.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
My house Wren shuddered
as the feast of St Stephen
passed by,
when I dreamt I sought Diana Rigg.
How I love Greek sounding names
But Ancient slaves
were never Di Vinci,
sometimes leaden smiles
lacks vocation
but will ring fence the loneliness.
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