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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Alone, there I stood by the bench in the park. On a leash by my side, my protective young hound. In the distance I heard the echo of whispers; As a dark hooded figure approached in a cloak. She stopped and looked at me this beautiful maiden. Rose like lips smiled gently, against skin bright and fair. She took down her hood, released hair long and fair; I offered my hand and on bench did we park. We looked at the stars appearing so maiden; As we talked of our youths and her company I did hound. Then the moon cast its shadows and darkness did cloak; Whilst trees bustled, rustling, the night timely whispers. As we cuddled up close, to get warm friendly whispers; It grew colder, I gave my jacket and said it wasn't fair. So we got up to leave and she bunched up her cloak; We walked to the car to the place I did park. In the back did we place my faithful friend hound, And we drove into the night on our journey so maiden. We drove and we drove till the dawn arrived maiden. To the rustling chorus of natures whispers; And a fox searching for breakfast did stalk and did hound; Saw chickens, roosters and hens such a fair! In burrowed field did monstrous combine park, Whilst autumn leaves rained tumbling natures cloak. We went to my home and and we hung up the cloak. Then I partook a chance to kiss the hand of my maiden. While we spoke of the night at the park. We enfolded ourselves to bodily whispers; And I nestled amongst all of hair fair; But when in heat of moment the barks of my hound. A knock on wall from angry neighbors, please shut up the hound. So I fed him, watered and let him outside; around me her cloak. Then returned to my angel so beautifully fair, Her skin looked so radiant my heavenly maiden; That I caressed it so longingly, with gentle whispers, Then stopped and remembered the leash in the park. Then cursing the hound; I tell the dear maiden. Dressed quickly, coats, cloak; and I love you whispers. She tells me not fair, and we go to the park!!!
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