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…le and thornWhere wine, women and song were not yet bornWhere times of olde were a legend forlornTo one-two-five our heroine was drawn Where all those old habits still lie screaming The triangle, maiden, mother and croneBack in fro…
Thief
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Fabulous poem fleshing out the song, Thief. xox
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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