Ayah
Christ was born in a cave, dank and blind.
The prophets imbibed hot pedicured wine.
In the sunstroke lands of mirage, drought, and thorn,
Why, Nabi, were the Big religions born?
Larissa Shmailo (http://myspace.com/larissaworld)
"The poet, like the lover, is a menace on the assembly line."
-Rollo May
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