Friday, July 22, 2011

The Stolen Bobbles That Are Your Heavens Comments

Rating: 2.5

Elephants between pretty girls, gifts you gave me
To survive the world, until you burned my crops,
And return me to the loneliness of my bed:
You laid me down as silently as a child kissing a rattlesnake:
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Robert Rorabeck
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Robert Rorabeck

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