The Forbidden Charms of a Nymphet
Life is irreversible-
It will be staged in a new theatre,
In a different way, with different actors.
But the ultimate happiness
Is to fold its magic carpet
And make the ornament of the present
Match the pattern of the past...
Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
poem by Leone Richardson
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