Page 1, Tis is of my Xena poems!

   It well may be, that in a difficult hour,
  Pinned down by pain, and moaning for release,

   Or nagged by want, past resolution's power,
  I might be driven to sell your love, for peace,

   Or trade the memory of this night, for food.
  It may well be.

   I do not think, I would.

            / F /

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