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Her Hair O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape! O curls! O perfume nonchalant and rare! O ecstasy! To fill this alcove shape With memories that in these tresses sleep, I would shake them like penions in the air! Languorous Asia, burning Africa, And a far world, defunct... more

Reviewed by Shitao Jul 30 2008, 02:03am ( 22 reviews ) • ffffound.com