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Jul 15, 2010
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Anna Lee
Speak softly breeze
Of passion's moan
Over fields fresh plowed
In fertile loam
Of musky scent
And maiden grown
Stout was the tree
With vigor plied
To rend the valley
Of earthly pride
And sweet the deaths
Where passions vied
Damp the forest
So freshly rent
The seed lies planted
Passions spent
And tree once stout
Now lying bent
A maid she was
Sweet Anna Lee
A rose of love
Blooms heavenly
Her petals opened
Sweet ecstacy
— Rett, Jul 15, 2010
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BiPolarMania
15 years 10 months ago
Nice work
Rett
15 years 10 months ago
Thanks Mania
Orphani
15 years 10 months ago
Hi Rett, Anna Lee as a
Rett
15 years 10 months ago
Thanks Anna
Seren
15 years 10 months ago
Dearest Rett
Rett
15 years 10 months ago
Thanks Jayne
Nordic cloud
15 years 10 months ago
This is beautiful dear Rett
Rett
15 years 10 months ago
Hey!
sempervirens
15 years 10 months ago
I wish I could write like
sempervirens
15 years 10 months ago
Oops! I keep forgetting to
Rett
15 years 10 months ago
Thank you Sempervirens
Morgana Tragic…
15 years 10 months ago
This is beautiful, Dad.
Rett
15 years 10 months ago
Thanks daughter
DawningDaytripper
15 years 10 months ago
This is a perfect example of
Rett
15 years 10 months ago
Naughty naughty daughter
DawningDaytripper
15 years 10 months ago
Heeemmmm neither denial of