Handbound Poems - Poems about Handbound

...It is not called bagatelle But can be one! An instant caress of her curlicue Popping the bottle with a corkscrew Objet d'art and its vestige Touch then smell - the prestige. Wink and smile Mur......

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...When life is done and parrots are gone; take me to the canal. All life lived in small footprints. There were eponyms all the way. When the name is done and wigs are gone; take me to the canal. The......

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