Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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I.
As I beheld a winter's evening air,
Curl'd in her court-false-locks of living hair,
Butter'd with jessamine the sun left there.
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Richard Lovelace
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Dr Antony Theodore 28 September 2019

Like the dark front of some Ethiopian queen, Vailed all ore with gems of red, blew, green, Whose ugly night seem'd masked with days skreen. a very fine poem. tony

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