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From: Alison Rose
What following sorrow may on this arise?
Should I snatch for myself this glitt'ring prize?
Forsaking children, husband, families all
Their sensibilities at once appal
Whilst I made richer by this love you show
Made pooer too by all the pain they'll know.
From: Rebecca Harrop
I lay my body back against the bed.
He touched his mouth so gently to his food
And clasped his hand so tightly 'bout my head.
'Ahhh' I sighed. Gasped breath, bare bosom heaving;
Ringlets shone blonde as sun on snow sheathing.
'You wouldn't guess I was the daughter of Van Helsing?'
He jolted. 'AAAH!' Shrilly screatched: 'I'm leaving.'
'In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood?
I'm but an empty dish bereft of food.'