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The flavour of her
After the rain on the damp with the dew
And the scent aromatic like sassafras
Where the girl walked bare foot
the declivity steep
But an effortless jaunt,
pinnacle to shallow in obstinate manor.
The girl in undress
through the plaza she rides
Cheers plentiful,
suitors in abundance
But her eyes fixed hungrily
awaiting her nemesis.
And all this pluvial,
the rain her ...
Thursday 31st May 2018 3:56 pm
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