A low temple keeps its gods in the dark. You lend a matchbox to the priest. One by one the gods come to light. ... Read full text
You can count. But she has eighteen, you protest. All the same she is still an eight-arm goddess to the priest. Goddess.. very fine poem. tony
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You can count. But she has eighteen, you protest. All the same she is still an eight-arm goddess to the priest. Goddess.. very fine poem. tony