ahkil
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« on: October 13, 2007, 02:21:41 AM » |
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There you go again Crossing the green briny Mediterranean Into the swift brown river Nile To escape him Your toga swelling about your waist Twisting around you like thick white rope
Gadflies stick in your hair and bite Your scalp, the insides of your ears, and Your pink peeling forehead, and You can scratch or drown
His wife sets a hundred eyes to follow you He gives you the dull tongue of a cow They do everything short of blaming you outright
They offer the name of a sea to you, but Somehow the Ionian Sea is no comfort to me As I'm pinned to the cool ground of your Clean temple by a man who thinks himself To be Jupiter or Zeus
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