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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 22, 2022 20:49:28 GMT -6
Ghost Lady of the Sandhill Cranes
Her freckles sparkle like pink sequins For a cowgirl whose melody is a dulcimer Played on the prairie wind Whose spun gold is a tapestry of love In the illusion of flaxen tresses That dance like wind chimes
While her plait river of silk Is a sandhill crane ghost That slips through the raindrops Until her beauty spots Are all that sustains As she cools her high heels
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Post by oldarmybear on Feb 23, 2022 17:17:17 GMT -6
I see has xaptured your fancy, John. did you tell her how you felt?
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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 23, 2022 17:19:59 GMT -6
I told her with my smile and voice as she acknowledged with hers. Thanks for asking my friend.
John
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