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November 03 2006
Circular motion, a pacing--
A fillip would have to stop it,
And you would have to be.
Sense of touch, most discreet,
Smells of intimacy, rapport;
Your inveterate influence
Most felicitous, most discreet,
Trembles at your feet.
The fallout brings life;
The glory eradicates darkness...