November 3, 2014

 

 

By the babbling brook

where he took she,

for the first time

to dip her toes with glee.

 

By the waters edge

where he lay with she,

but being far too wise,

she did decline his plea.

 

Over the rickety bridge

did she push he,

to drown his passion

in the hope, sense he’d see!

 

 

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