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Date Posted: 10:16:40 10/26/00 Thu
Author: AGS
Subject: Creature Comforts of a Goddess

Oh she did softly walk by me,
In the night, as I lay sound asleep,
Her nails running past my bare shoulder,
Affirming it to me, that I did still live,
And that life was still all around,
And I gained comfort here, and could go deeper,
Into the sleep I enjoyed, lulled, and whisped away,
To a land not inhabited by mortals, to a land of great
Goddess's, and grand spectacles of men, riding sheered Horses, wearing long garish clothing, and she, of course
Was mine. The hills were slender, and the trees not too High, as we laughed heartily amidst the gaities of each Other, and saught not to hide our own dimness,
Or mistakes, the land was ours, without the many things that Make it not suitable, for pure loves as ours,
Drinking divinely from some cup, if you will, carved from Granite slides lifting into the very heavens itself,
And all for us, as we frolicked, and played,
Under such a very warm sky, her hand,
The moisture, was dew for me, a feeble flower,
With petals too thin, really, to be allowed by nature,
And she knew, and extended herself so much to me,
As to assure my existance, and to say, But I am here,
And will not go anywhere, for I am thy angel,
Sent from regions you could only laugh, if I were to tell, And so I do not ask, I keep it, in the softness'
Of the luxery she carries, made from the sofest lavenders Somehow harvested from the skies,
As she billows more blankets 'pon me, To sleep
And enjoy, all these many comforts, only a goddess
May give .. and I am well .

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