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Thoughts to a Dreamer (No. 2)
by W. Mahlon PurdinA skinly crease upon her thigh,
A silent look within her eye:
A book is in her hands,
Who knows what,
Perhaps it's Lewis Carroll,
Or maybe "Camelot."
Beneath tinted glass looks closely
A very sensitive face,
Upon the Jabberwock, or a palace
Of some Arthurian place.
Smoothly waves like strands
Upon her shoulder lie,
And darkly shade her figure
Softly to the eye. 02/14/1974 Posted on 01/21/2011
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