A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Ethics
Romance hangs to beating drums
and tolerance and upright thumbs;
Romance hangs to lover's sighs
all virtue runs, then breaks, then dies.
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