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The beloved



It’s a great beautiful creature.
Her fingers touch lightly the fine velvety pages
Over which her stooped eyes
Are two peaches about good story.

The marine wind is getting rascal.
Hair soaks by merry spurts
Our foreign faces. Fright
And swell are thrown into the book.

The banns edition is precipitated
On our lips. To the group of knaves,
I expound my perplexity as a man.

Being disconcerted, they advocate the tradition.
Because if chest is as breasts, under the short underskirt
Legs are as claws!... My soul in distress...

Being dolt, they advocate customs. Is this well-founded?
Because if chest is as breasts, under the short underskirt
Legs are as claws!... Really not helped...

Denis
(August 05, 2005) from my dream in 08-01
© IDDN 2005

My original poem is into verse