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Tristan Jakob-Hoff The Banquet Would that these cutlasses were cutlery
The Banquet Would that these cutlasses were cutlery
Sonnet: For Amy. Although your pale complexion, I confess
Mandy MacKAY Womb men We are left, Runneth Over He took August The first erect slithers Idle Thoughts I study upon small thoughts Stardancer The Harvest Oh, I saw her at the time of the sowing of the grain
Mandy MacKAY Womb men We are left, Runneth Over He took August The first erect slithers Idle Thoughts I study upon small thoughts
Womb men We are left,
Runneth Over He took
August The first erect slithers
Idle Thoughts I study upon small thoughts
Stardancer The Harvest Oh, I saw her at the time of the sowing of the grain
The Harvest Oh, I saw her at the time of the sowing of the grain
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