Tuesday, February 23, 2010

To He Whose Fingers - Sonnet Comments

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To he whose fingers itch to feel her breath,
Dragging her boldly, through tall fields of grass;
She whose flowering bough is stillborn death,
The graveyard plot's the last place she will pass.
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Patti Masterman
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