| User Name: | holly |
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| Member Since: | 05 August 2006 |
And the little white dove Made with love, made with love: Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers Swings a low sickle arc From its perch in the dark Settle down Settle down my desire and the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor though no longer bereft, how I shook! and I couldn't remember. then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in and cleft me right down through my center. and I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never