By John Delonas
The old move easy, effortlessly, Wriggling to the Lombardo track Of the fox-trot-box-step, While the young maidens Self- consciously Warp their bored Bodies to a dance, As if ashamed. How do the sinless Know shame? While the old sinners Arson burns with carnal sacrifice: Signal flares to fantasy, Undreamed by their spouses. Anytime, anytime, The Cains can make The Ablest gifts.