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So this Lady-of-Themes infused with Beat, Whose Soft-Flamed Hands smoothen the Letter's Edge, Whose Process define what Matters on Heat - Like Ripe Seeds scattered take Root on the Ledge Then enrich such Themes my Country indeed Which plomb this Moment I can take to Pride: Another Beauty marked Genious-of-East And Future the Written Maiden abide If Blessings - un-poped - then endowed onto her For Utmost Talent was beyond belief Still her Tongue the Innocent bid confer To sand these Edges from Rough World's relief. And by such Hands, let our Mothers invoke: Youth indeed does Spell; And Spells out our Hope.
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: DENISE ANN
So this Lady-of-Themes infused with Beat, Whose Soft-Flamed Hands smoothen the Letter's Edge, Whose Process define what Matters on Heat - Like Ripe Seeds scattered take Root on the Ledge Then enrich such Themes my Country indeed Which plomb this Moment I can take to Pride: Another Beauty marked Genious-of-East And Future the Written Maiden abide If Blessings - un-poped - then endowed onto her For Utmost Talent was beyond belief Still her Tongue the Innocent bid confer To sand these Edges from Rough World's relief. And by such Hands, let our Mothers invoke: Youth indeed does Spell; And Spells out our Hope.
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
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