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For Thy Wicked Soul I Morn
Under moon's spell,
awakened by Zinfandel,
sipped fragrance fell
from thy inkwell
Penned letters and villanelle
to she Jezebel
Painted woman of thee I scorn
with thy seductive smile worn
as your misdeeds are born
revealing body from garments shorn
from grace surely torn
for thy wicked soul I morn
9/27/07
awakened by Zinfandel,
sipped fragrance fell
from thy inkwell
Penned letters and villanelle
to she Jezebel
Painted woman of thee I scorn
with thy seductive smile worn
as your misdeeds are born
revealing body from garments shorn
from grace surely torn
for thy wicked soul I morn
9/27/07
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For Thy Wicked Soul I Morn
For Thy Wicked Soul I Morn
