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19 June, 2006
Autumn Hair
Like the autumn sky Filled with falling leaves Her hair seems to fly As the moonlight weaves.
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When the sun's out
It falls to knobbly kneeeees ...
That knock about
Between the wobbly treeeees.....::::o
Her hair then knots
Around the trees' breeeeeeze .....
As it bops
To the song of ease..
Freedom she dances
And a combless tease.
Anonymous... what a weaze!
Lukas... thanks!!
Not on ME please!
Love it! :)
Too wit, tu wu!!
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