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He was Mine

Nothing could save him I had him He is mine If only he could imagine Our limbs entwined He is mine His face, the glory to my day Expectant… reluctant He is mine Red is my fingertips Tracing his lips He is mine A necklace of chain He is mine He is mine His eyes…

Lirope the Bright

These sprightly gallants lov’d a lass Called Lirope the bright; In the whole world there scarcely was So delicate a wight. There was no beauty so divine That ever nymph did grace, But it beyond itself did shine In her more heavenly face. What form she pleased each thing would take That e’er she did…

Leprechaun

I awake in my small bed one misty mornOn the old Callahan homesteadAnd who did I find but a LeprechaunPerched upon my threadbare bedspread. Did it startle me? Oh yes!My heart leapt into my throatHow did I get into this mess, I thoughtWasn’t this a stroke! My weary bones froze in placeLike a lamb before…

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