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Oh welcome sisters of the sacred well,
Who married Cadmus, mourned Achilles' soul.
You guard the chest of endless unsung scrolls,
What greater tales have you yet left to tell?
Between your...
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The speeding carts
in darkness lunge and squeal,
(eyes glow then fade)
down through a dragon's jaw,
passed bats and skulls.
Kids shriek with anxious awe,
but, though we duck,
few think the...
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liii
They hurried swiftly through the open gate.
Their hearts beat fast. They panted wet with sweat.
Thought it was scarcely safe, they couldn't wait.
They laughed and hugged. His lips...
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They halted near a river. Orfeo
Observed an agèd boatman. "Will you row
Me to the other side?" he kindly asked.
"What? Ferry you across? Fool! don't you know
Those shiny waves give no...
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For three long years he pined so for Etain.
His lips were chapped, his feet were bruised and sore.
His beard grew long. So hoary was his mane!
His arms waxed strong and yet his body waned
So...
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ORFEO AND ETAIN
or
"JUST FOR GRINS"
a politically correct romance
(if those terms are not mutually exclusive)
by
Glen Fitch
dedicated to Joan B. Gratz
Dear...
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