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 Virgin's Cry

Gregory De Feo



Descendant's "fly" hath caused
My fate; not late of valor though
Be my mate!

I greeted he who been my sire;
My Maker too each we preceeded
Hasty will the common tie:
Such words!
To hills they
Set as woven cloth bound
At stake for all to see
What worth of each to ever be?
To one show, honor, the lesser
Curse!

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