PSavage wrote:

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> Veiled women squat beside bomb craters
> suckling new life.
> Since time out of mind, hope in women's breasts
> no less a miracle than mother's milk.
> Far away, roses in my garden give up their heady
> fragrance to the air.
> I bend & tip my face, caress the crimson velvet petals,
> inhale their joyful wisdom.
>
> Phaedra Savage
> Oct 21, '01

Nice!

John Rodgers
88 GL Driver