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Sheila, this feels absolutely mahvelous in the mouth!  Each stanza's its own
fine dance; each a Sheila song, her serious eye in the rolling rhythms
always.  Careful art, explosive art, deeply art.
principleek

2008/12/31 Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]>

> Come prince of peace my altitude commercified with naught but sorry
> lake-age
> gone to mar its bit stone chapt
>
> How daunt is marked-down pore phase in blue dust charry and how nonce the
> pegboard
>
> Trouncey bought and kippery for mauve juste why not con-kerry bustibles in
> fleur-de-lis apparencies of sheet muse
>
> Coddle mottled braids they are who we propose to breed their names
> eventside
> will come clear
>
> Catered like wrought indicatives how sallow be thy mane when torqued to
> principleek the nerve bone
>
> Chance be tattled inks be sweet our battle rage is only hippo deep why not
> go string brauned
>
> Until naughty nicetets show in beaks not ours but kindred and the land is
> good and dyed some shed red getwood shy of teak
>
>
> sheila e. murphy
>