Juliet
Juliet
If perchance that thou should dance.
Twould be the light fantastic,
Hath no power in deference,
Might death, if called, be askance,
Thy breath be sweet,
Julia bequeathes, requites,
Unholy, mist of passion,
perchance to bride claim, yet myself,
olde English takes a lashing
Don Johnson 16-july-11
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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