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this old raw stuff |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Fertility Dance Song of my feet Sung with my heart Magic with my body Song of my breast Sung with my loins Rebirth of your land Song of my desire Calling you to fry Rebuild your land Song of my heart Rhythm for your soul Make it whole I call you to fertilise I call you to harvest I call you to hope I call you to burning I call you to loss I call you to cost I call you from hunger I call you from death I call you for me With my very breath I call you I am the dance I call you upon the earth I call you for all you are worth I call you for my body Look at my dance Look at my skirt Look at my legs Come to me and flirt Come to me dirty Come to me honed Come to me alive again Come to me Home |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
beautifully enriching song! |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
A real beat poem, rhythmic-- a very good one, Dave!  |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
enjoyed ! |
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