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Warmth II
My sullen heels long for warmer climes
To spread my wishes ‘mongst the tanned array
Who, having left these old unyielding rhymes,
Forge life anew with every joyous ray.
I shall not swallow whole their sweet-strung smiles
But grimace with my own...
To spread my wishes ‘mongst the tanned array
Who, having left these old unyielding rhymes,
Forge life anew with every joyous ray.
I shall not swallow whole their sweet-strung smiles
But grimace with my own...
