Upon the golden fleece,
Like fields of ripened wheat,
Whose treasure is made know,
Only when stirred and blended,
By the passing solar rays.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Lusting Golden Fleece
The beauty of sunlight,
Upon the golden fleece,
Like fields of ripened wheat,
Whose treasure is made know,
Only when stirred and blended,
By the passing solar rays.
Upon the golden fleece,
Like fields of ripened wheat,
Whose treasure is made know,
Only when stirred and blended,
By the passing solar rays.
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