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By Kenneth Patchen Submitted by Echolocation Date: 2002 Dec 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.18.13.03.31086]] |
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Do I not deal with angels When her lips I touch So gentle, so warm and sweet -- falsity Has no sight of her O the world is a place of veils and roses When she is there I am come to her wonder Like a boy finding a star in a haymow And there is nothing cruel or mad or evil Anywhere |