See here, where the floor is worn
that?s where they say she knelt before she died
full of grace, but how could she not be
A Poem A Day
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Fifty Four by Carla Paolini To give my thought a body I choose a corps de ballet I’d have it dance excogitate acrobatic tricks see it dancing about on the air I’d create suitable tools to enable it strengthen its intuitions an athletic corps endowed with poetic ripples hither and thither peepin’n the show enormously […]
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