Poems ✍️

  09.01.2026
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Author: Arthur Henry Adams

The Parade

Along the lamp-lit streets they glide and go:
Here Nature in her brutishness is nude:
See, thinly trickling from the age-old wound,
The steady stream of squandered womanhood!




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