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May 03, 2009
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My skull, a vessel?
This skull that once was mine
Is now a vessel for wine
What wisdom, pain or stress
Do they who taste express
'Twas in old Spain they had
So many such, and glad
they drank their fill
of their own free will
In Byron's house divine
they found a polished skull, not mine
this featured in his poems long
so as a trait it isn't wrong
The hermits of Meteora high
did watch their skulls upon
the shelf of stone so nigh
and prayed with monks long gone
the New Guineans painted them
the Austrians gave them names
with flowers and decorations fine
defining work they did one time
the many ways a skull is treated
makes us wonder what is there
still in the bones preserved completed
they, once alive, are strangely bare.
— Nordic cloud, May 03, 2009
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meic
17 years 1 month ago
Hello Ann, my friend …One
Nordic cloud
17 years 1 month ago
How nutty of me Mike!!
Proprietress o…
17 years 1 month ago
Ann of Norway,
Nordic cloud
17 years 1 month ago
Skull stories
orgami
17 years 1 month ago
Skoal
infinite_dwarf
17 years 1 month ago
Drinking out of skulls??
Proprietress o…
17 years ago
was in need of a smile...
Cloudthings
17 years ago
You wonderful scultor of imagery I love your writing dear one