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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; To Lord Byron
You heard him sing, first, in the Trinity
chapel. When the song was over and done,
Love for him entered your heart, eagerly
devout to that cute choirboy, John Edleston.
Cute did I say? Lovely as Marlowe meant
(though censored by haughty haters' rages---
the gutless, whose souls are incontinent;
stymied by a Poet's precious pages).
Shoeless and shirtless, in trousers well-pressed;
his slender feet sheathed in socks of fawn-gray
beauty like his is always well expressed
in poems on which imaginations play.
In Heaven now, above the summers' and winters' sun,
is (as he was, but more) John Edleston.
J-Called
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