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Post by Rex on Oct 29, 2020 16:39:14 GMT
~~~ Not far it was from Heaven 'twas the very month of June and the sweetest birds were singing when first she stole my tune ...
As if from out the bluest sky an angel came to call Quintessent of Irish memory with braids as I recall
The golden sun shone o'er the dew reflecting through her eyes Like flowers from a woodland path her smile just mesmerized
With dancer's wings she stepped along my song held in her arms My blue eyes dreaming hypnotized now locked within her charms
"Good day kind sir" sweet melody embraced my very soul With butterflies and rubber thighs my tongue I swear it swoll
My heart stood tall to brace my jaw an lock the molars tight The best I managed was a smile my voice had taken flight
Pausing she locked her gaze to mine reached out to my lapel Placed a fragrant flower there bent close to share its smell
The moment stole my breath away
I gazed in pure delight
Enchanted with her beauty rare awoke to silent night ~~~
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