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Phanny, v. 3, issue 2, June 1944
Page 7
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7 PHANNY 7 TRYST I loved a woman once, when I was young, Whose eyes were fire, whose hair was like the sky On moonless nights; but something froze my tongue; She never knew, unless she guessed, that I Adored her so. She took long walks alone, Always at night, and once I followed her Into the darkness -- for my doubts had grown To monstrous size. I watched the shadows stir; A man-like figure waited in a glade beside a marshy, shallow little creek; The woman kissed her lover, and they made A terrifying picture cheek to cheek; And horror worked within my soul like yeast -- The creature had the muzzle of a beast! -- James Russell Gray
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7 PHANNY 7 TRYST I loved a woman once, when I was young, Whose eyes were fire, whose hair was like the sky On moonless nights; but something froze my tongue; She never knew, unless she guessed, that I Adored her so. She took long walks alone, Always at night, and once I followed her Into the darkness -- for my doubts had grown To monstrous size. I watched the shadows stir; A man-like figure waited in a glade beside a marshy, shallow little creek; The woman kissed her lover, and they made A terrifying picture cheek to cheek; And horror worked within my soul like yeast -- The creature had the muzzle of a beast! -- James Russell Gray
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