Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Mona Lisa Comments
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Just give me your hand, Mona Lisa, and flee;
leave mouldy museums to quibble and moan -
the world waits outside, made of flesh and of bone,
with rain and with sunshine, with mountains and sea.
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3/10/2026 5:38:53 PM # 1.0.0
I love it, I love it, I love it. I wish to be the Mona Lisa you envision here. I'd love to dance in the rain and have a mud fight, with mud balls. Is just what I feel reading this poem - very inspired!