eyebrows lift
and
eyebrows fall
a latin brown
forehead round.
lips shall smile
and shall frown
an italian cheek
etched by
bones.
your feet so fast
a cyclop's way
clueless, I am
in your beauty's
sway.
tender arms
of a blacksmith
gave
gold coins and
horsheshoes
luck possessed.
words drip
through a finger's
pain,
a swine's corpulance,
bursting
in vain.
Oh robed one! With
white beard, and
a wand to spare
profess the story
Today!




Sam.

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