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Silent Night (Free verse) by Dovina

Silent night Wholly night Little calm Little right Neither virgin Mother nor child Wholly fragile Vibrant and wild Sleep in his heavenly peace Sleep 'round his heavenly piece

ALChemy 29-Nov-05/3:06 AM
I guess under that metaphor I could say I have Irritable bowel syndrome. Few can match him turd for turd. You came as close as anyone.




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