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Puritans (Free verse) by zodiac

A windy warm summer night like this is no good for prohibition - it unravels the dreams of Christian women (rungs on a rope-ladder, a scarecrow hung in a broom-closet) and pulls them in their formidable night-dresses out into quiet hallways, to kitchens animate with moonlight, stirs their tongues on the cool white skin in the sugar-bowl, long and tenderly as greedy kisses.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 21-Mar-04/3:01 AM
'Bowl' doesn't rhyme with 'pull'. Check and mate.




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