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erotic poem

blossoms of babies
i love my hour of wind and light
i never knew the earth had so much gold
night was black and drear
stay no more
good woman
mysterious night
like eagles on up high
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
days endeared to every muse
last midnight
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
once this soft turf

 



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