PATRICIA DOBROSIPEARSON

Rookie (05/10/1966 / SACRAMENTO)

Voltaire's White Bull - Poem by PATRICIA DOBROSIPEARSON

And she read to the saints
and spoke to her lord
and played her instruments
and sang in chord

to lift the heads
that fell too soon
and raise the sun
and set the moon

the devil cryed in his despair
for beauty won
so grand and fair.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 23, 2006



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