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About This Poem
A lovely friend
My lovely friend
A rare Russian beauty she passes thru starry fields of dark winter nights
with long fancied flights of passion and delight
Quiet , and mysterious,, witty and smart ,the calm after a snowy storm ,,
always in rare form with her beautiful legs , long brown hair and all kinds of nicely shaped parts
Complete with a personality all bubbly and cute , she endears you with a tug from her warm tender heart
She has many talents and shows off her treasures of cloth and silk, with ruffles and rills
She sews all by her self with hand crafted skill,
Her beautiful dresses ,she makes in her time of leisure
Draw every eye, from her top to her cute little bottom, so that when she enters
She lights up the room, and the men turn to her in pleasure
Enticing ,and bewitching , all smiles and flirts, while hearts beat fast ,
one gets lured in , while missing the quiet beauty that will always last
As deep as a pure mountain lake, she seems without a care, affecting the future and not the past
For that is her charm , her wit and her daring in a form in which she was cast
Lovely and charming, and sometimes shy , she blushes with beauty and grace,
all with a smile on her pretty face
Its easy to dream of being with her in Paris or Rome or any other place
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