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SAN FRANCISCO'S REPLY... My heart's forever yours, Miss Burke, let me count the ways you bridge that fault, deep-riv'n below your feet, with golden eulogy, Narcissus himself had no greater joy in his reflection than mine in your limpid eye you exculpate my treachery with a soulful blink denied frail man must I then believe you'll not yield to the human dance and play me false? © Rosy Cole 2009 |