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Depth of Illusion (Free verse) by Beyond_Dreams

She danced in beauty throughout the night, the impressionable chill of the Starry Night; Her eyes twinkled bright like a continuous painting of delicate delight. Swirled with gold and trimmed with desire, she nestled under the slumbering tree curled up in a ball with Georgia O'Keeffe. Waited for sun break to let the lilies free, and as her eyes closed feeling the warmth from the sun; and the hush of the wind, Picasso painted 'The Dream' and she waited until the moon licked the lake once more.

Goad 31-Jan-05/6:24 PM
What kind of rejoinder is that?
Are you saying your groin's, er, less protruding than flat?
For me there's no sport
In such a lousy retort
I enjoin you, do better than that




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