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Goddess WorshipI could use some feedback on this one |
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Re: Goddess WorshipWhere is it? lol |
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Re: Goddess WorshipThat was one hell of a love orgy twixt two fine young hot lovers. |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.