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one of my poems which, oh, here They come, garlanded with morning glory and wisteria Blooms, trombones all the way down to the river Thank you
Oh Harley Naughty to pretend it's so naughty so bad 0 harley Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose, No bigger than a bubby's thumb Garlanded with bluebells
Garlanded around my neck I begin to twitch and levitate In my captors favourite dress. Another round, please, Maestro For anyone who will humour my sins
Storm-borne bride of winter's fire, Serpent-witch of the whispering fens, Veils of scarlet and sable, Blood spilled in the vault of night, Frost-garlanded
have supped deep the draught of white vapours, Shimmering upon the gleaming garlanded marble, A single strand of glimmering gossamer... Beneath
in the vault of night, Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding glimmer Of tear-filled ophidian eyes, The gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters,
The one who walks the cremation grounds garlanded with human skulls O Hara, My obeisance to you Om Namah Shivaya Shivaya Namah I bow to the Ancient
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