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. *I saw thee dancing betwixt the trees, wearing the greenest of velvet dresses, hair bouncing in a flow of wild wind, cascading down in tight curled tresses. Joyously giggling at Natures comfort, her love surrounding thee in a cloak, 'Tis then thy truest feminine snares caught the heart of this mighty Oak.* © Pagan Paul (25/11/17)
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
I, Oak
. *I saw thee dancing betwixt the trees, wearing the greenest of velvet dresses, hair bouncing in a flow of wild wind, cascading down in tight curled tresses. Joyously giggling at Natures comfort, her love surrounding thee in a cloak, 'Tis then thy truest feminine snares caught the heart of this mighty Oak.* © Pagan Paul (25/11/17)
. Lord of Green series, poem 14 .
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