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The Courtesan (Sonnet) by horus8
She dreams of love and poetry,
and a boy she knew before.
To a time back when her kiss was free
as the books her mind explored.
It was not that they made her bend.
With their masculinity.
Only that 'twas time well spent,
but not longevity.
She loved them all with mighty eyes.
Each, and every single one.
The reason for a young man's sighs.
And why all Stallions run.
But to me she was my only love.
A reflection from my Lord above.
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Weighted score: 5.8997645
Overall Rank: 1466
Posted: March 13, 2003 3:07 AM PST; Last modified: March 13, 2003 3:07 AM PST
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