The Ecphorizer
| Nay to Hay |
| Olivia Anderson |
Issue #19 (March 1983)
It was your splendor
in the grass
that left me with
an itching neck.
My legs are scratched
in hack and front;
I'm picking weed seeds
from my ears.
And when you ask
it's your good luck
if I agree
with you to play.
When next you ask
if there's no bed
the most I'll give
to you is a kiss.
in the grass
that left me with
an itching neck.
My legs are scratched
in hack and front;
I'm picking weed seeds
from my ears.
And when you ask
it's your good luck
if I agree
with you to play.
When next you ask
if there's no bed
the most I'll give
to you is a kiss.
Olivia Anderson lives and poetizes in Silicon Valley.
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