My large wings of muscle -
latissimus dorsi - under large
shoulders of sinewy girth,
have swept me to distant
shores of Elysium's hope.
And there...and there I bathe
in the radiant sun of herculean
Greek-grace...
I've made it Home-r
I've made it Home-r.
(Sept.19,07)
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