Maiden, what were you
in that glorious garden
but a ready made fellon
for eating an apple?
A dupe for all man's
foibles through time.
The stigma clings
to your daughters'breasts,
and seeps from their wombs
to pacify man-not God.

11/07/2003

Posted on 11/08/2003
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