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nhills
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Joined: Jul. 13 2003
From: West Des Moines, IA USA
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Hi! I wrote this a couple of years ago, and thought you might enjoy it. Or hate it... Or Groan... Or... On Hearing Diego del Gastor Among the twisted lanes, Al-Andalus Is home and rack for gypsies bred to fear From years of heartless death and cruel abuse, Their sorrows unappeased by loves that sear. This wail and beat of passion without hope, The stoic pain and dignity of songs Vented to express a universal trope, Defying the death that magnifies the wrongs. A guitar whose silver frets ordain the pitch, The shadows mass, the spruce and cypress weep. He strops a razor on our nerves, with rich Rough rasps, intense and brutal in their sweep. A keening howl of shredded chords - this his Pulsing cry - the blackened sounds - of that which IS. Cheers, Norman
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