Corps De Ballet Poems - Poems about Corps De Ballet

...She stood in thrall to the Magyar As, one hand cupped to a breast, The other picked careful notes From the guitar against his chest, So they made a living figure Sensuous and statuesque Yet in......

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...LINES We LINE up in traffic, or clear out the door, And there are BEELINES we make, to the seashore. Get mad and we're "DRAWING A LINE IN THE SAND," He USES A LINE when he asks for her hand. ......

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...The delicacy of this hour I share with people lying in hospital beds having trouble sleeping while I sip strong coffee and wait for inspiration to contact me with its kiss of morning. Starlig......

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