Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SAUNA, by SANDRA M. GILBERT First Line: Alone in the sauna, nearsighted, heating up Last Line: But now I'm happy, tingly, in great shape. %whose are these sighs? Why dos my body weep? Subject(s): Saunas | ||||||||
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