Anthea laugh'd, and, fearing lest excess
Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness
She with a dainty blush rebuked her face,
And call'd each line back to his rule and space.
by Kim DowerMagicians never move away from their magic
the stranger in the bar tells me.
I’m waiting for my friend, sipping vodka
from two skinny straws. They hover around objects
that easily move, have special ...