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Post by petra6 on Feb 1, 2022 19:53:34 GMT -5
Longly out to Brambleside, Three days walk or more, find an alonesome starless laddie, questing a thing he's seeking for; A wee small thing, into the tangle, scurried there whilst he was sleeping, knew he not, the door unlocked, his vigil down, it went acreeping. Flew it to a voice out yonder, calling sweet alluring phrases, flatter voice like ripe fruit tempting, sings those secret longed for praises; fled his heart into that thicket, childlike thinking, chased a song, now the laddie turns stones backside, seeking lovelost all day long.
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Post by judih on Feb 1, 2022 22:00:27 GMT -5
lovely ode, melancholy poignancy
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Post by Petra on Feb 1, 2022 22:04:31 GMT -5
lovely ode, melancholy poignancy just a little fun thanks Judih.
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