Upon a warm and breezy afternoon,
the maidens in their sylvan silks
exhibit yet a wilder shade of green:
The impish breezes, by their own accord
(or else commanded by some sprite)
play naughty games of chase amongst their skirts;
And nestled in such trim and tidy dress,
hide dainty, little twiggy legs,
unmasked unto the lurid light of day!
Friday, June 22, 2012
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