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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 13, 2007 0:07:22 GMT -5
The most difficult thing in the world is to know how to do a thing and to watch somebody else doing it wrong, without comment. T. H. White
the finest perfume fills the air where a table is laid for a banquet beneath crystal chandeliers that light the halls with the joy of a thousand noons,
as in the vestibule of green damask a hundred maidens await their lovers who start to arrive in their elegant attire.
the heart of Antiporta pounds for her knight to come to her when suddenly all turn their stare toward the haughty entrance where her man arrives, clanking in his shiny armour
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Post by robertrwoods on Jul 3, 2007 12:47:06 GMT -5
I am a sucker for love poetry... especially when it softly mocks attitudes. You set up beautifully an expectation in the reader... then switch it on him. Nice slight of hand. The ever smiling would be lover caught with spinach between his teeth. ;D
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