simond.02420
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Pure Joy In the ancient woods I saw A woman sat amongst the nettles. Her skin was bare, Mottled in crimson spots, Yet she sang a siren's song: "Consider it pure joy my sisters, Pure joy, Pure joy. For the trials we face produce perseverance." And... – *by Simon Drury*	0 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

In the ancient woods I saw
A woman sat amongst the nettles.
Her skin was bare,
Mottled in crimson spots,
Yet she sang a siren's song:
"Consider it pure joy my sisters,
Pure joy,
Pure joy.
For the trials we face produce perseverance."

And...

– by Simon Drury

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