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Dreams Mate Early on Thursday mornings she sits naturally pleasing, Indian style, legs crossed open window bestows freshly cut lawns springing vivid green. Blessed blue birds sing deceitful sun shines, lacking thermal, barefoot toes chill too much. Cheeks, dimpled and blushed, fill sparkling eyes wild with wonder a blackberry bush blooms long slender fingers curve swaying branches tango wreathing ambrosias specially blend loving cup. Delicately poured, passionately sipped, awash with splendor those blessed birds of blue sing, she thinks of him blooming radiance. A smile softly spreads wildflower lei whispers breathe my garland, breathe. Blue dots against rising sun warm her chilly toes. |
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