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In fear of the rich mouth
I kissed the thin,--
Even that was a trap
To snare me in.

Even she, so long
The frail, the scentless,
Is become strong,
And proves relentless.

O, forget her praise,
And how I sought her
Through a hazardous maze
By shafted water.

Added: 25 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 4:17 AM | Viewed: 3457 times

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