Illusions

Legacy swalwellalex

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swalwellalex says... #1

copy of my deck from my old account swalwellalex

December 30, 2011 10:33 p.m.

Sainted says... #4

Like trains of cars on tracks of plushI hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assaultTheir chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts awayTo vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze, His helmet is of gold; His breast, a single onyxWith chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experienceOf clovers and of noon!

January 29, 2015 10:04 p.m.

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