her
By sol
she smells a red bouquet
with blue glass manners
when lazy summer
showers
come and say
merry lady
slender so fair
art thou a torment
or a fortune there
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© 2007 sol
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On Tuesday, September 18, 2007, NikesRain
(1240) wrote:
lovely choice of words and arrangement, graceful, and classic as wonder said......well done
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A former member wrote:
This is a gorgeous snippet of poetic flair. Classic and well-felt. Fine writing you have here. Thoroughly enjoyed. Welcome, indeed.