Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat
Staring upon his sinewy thigh.
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philophant on Dec 04, 2003, 11:53 p.m.
pyrite eye Poet for 1111 critiques. said:
interesting. these short poems are really clever.
"ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:"
down with the little princes





