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Click hereAround me roared the nearly deafening street.
Tall, slim, in mourning ass, in majestic grief,
A woman passed me, with a splendid hand
Lifting and swinging her pussy and hem;
Nimble and stately, statuesque of leg.
I, shaking like an addict, from her eye blue,
Big sky, spawner of hurricanes, drank in
Sweetness that fascinates, pleasure that kills.
One lightning flash . . . then night! Sweet fugitive
Whose glance has made me cock suddenly reborn,
Will we not meet again this side of life?
Far from this place! Too late! never perhaps!
Neither one knowing where the other goes,
O you I might have loved, O you as well know!
Palomar Calvino
a hunchback shaking a dead frog at the moon.
"My frog grows green and putrefies,"
saith the misshapen creature while smirking and laughing so hard.