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For Dionysus:
Hands are pulling, touching grasping,
Wine is flowing o'er the lands
Flames are rising,
swirling, crack'ling,
Lips and teeth and nails and hands!
The calling beast, the pulsing gasps
and blinding smoke, the arching spines
and all the pounding feet
in the dirt around the fires.
Praise His name
Moan it, scream it
Raise the goblet, gulp it down
Stay the suff'ring with the cure of
He who wears the ivy crown.
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I like the your pictures!
(Thanks for the mask again)
Cool page!
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