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houseboatonstyx) wrote2014-08-28 12:10 am
houseboatonstyx) wrote2014-08-28 12:10 am
the green-haired water nix
I'm trying to find a poem that went something like this:
... we crossed two sticks
Against the green haired water-nix
....
....
... mental woods grown dark and eerie
Not even sticks of ash to carry.
From the 50s, Cold War; maybe I saw it in a high school English book.
... we crossed two sticks
Against the green haired water-nix
....
....
... mental woods grown dark and eerie
Not even sticks of ash to carry.
From the 50s, Cold War; maybe I saw it in a high school English book.