Monday, June 14, 2010

With My Mutely Jubilant Tongue Comments

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Born in the silver forts and there you are, Alma:
Brown as the most auburns of snows in my bed:
And we lay together,
And I paint your copper cannons green with my tongue,
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Robert Rorabeck
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