Prester Poems - Poems about Prester

...I was sitting under the Sigillaria Tree. For I have been set free, So I scream with glee! While the stitching made me bleed. I am forced to concede. Forced my arms to my chest, And I hold me ......

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...I had supposed all this was closed to me. The age of miracles was long since gone, no wisp of wonder left to dwell upon. I had assumed that I was doomed to be leaf-litter underneath a winter tree......

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...There’s a basement flat at Central Presbyterian. However, you’ll have to share with two other women. The followed pattern here is living in harmony. Living outside fellowship is contradictory. She re......

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...Cecelia was a new person in town to see about the rooms for rent with availability. This woman came to start a car rental company. It would serve the people within this community. Cecelia knew Preste......

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