Murmur
Laughing, rolling in the net, As I pulled to shore, I saw a beauty to shame a rose, As agape it fell my jaw. The smile, the grace befits a King, Though acting with wanton regret, As I threw her back, Poseidon I asked, Why not a fish with legs? ©R.H.Elliott 2000 Written October 25th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 08:25 PM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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"Laughing, rolling in the net,..."