Sweet Dada
My girl’s ears are so large that if you were to look at her from the back you would swear she was a loving cup.
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As thou hast made thy bed, why lie about it?
Smokehouse Poetry
In the April issue Smokehouse Poetry fans will be treated to an old classic, “Absolution,” by Nesbit.
“But the Priest’s duty bade him seek her out
And say, ‘My child, why dost thou sit apart?
Hast thou some grief? Hast thou some secret doubt?
Come and unfold to me thine inmost heart.’” * * *
And as the dim east brightened, slowly ceased
The wild devotion that had filled the priest—
And with full sunlight he sprang up—a man! * * *
“Oh, lips so quiet, eyes that will not see!
Oh, clinging hands that not again will cling!
This last poor sin may well be pardoned thee,
Since for the right’s sake thou hast done this thing.” * * *
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