(par carolyn-rebecca)
Dan les lilas, oh there did I go!
The perfectly swift ride through did not happen as planned
once, twice.
But on the third
I had it all to myself
Through the grove-of-trove, I did go
It was endless in delicacies
(aroma, branches cracking, a nymphy glow)
but not in actualities
For soon
I was out
Again;
on my own
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