we three pups of orient are
We three pups of Orient are….
Lounging in stockings, not so far.
Shield and mountain, paws and fountains,
Following yonder star….
Oh, oh….
Star of wonder, star of bite
Star of normal beauty, bright,
Westward leading, teeth receding…
Give us our bones, we want tonight.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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