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Pot Pourri
Indulge me damsel sublet thy sense re-waft
Between thy linen and starched apron ties
A waft of jasmine tangos with a lily draft
Like fainting salt before the wilt of sighs
Let us defuse a scent of sweet menagerie
And loosen thy corset by shaft of time
Like a treasure chest full of hoping dowry
Let thy senses divine be an elixir of thyme
Contest: George Dunlop Lesie
For Isaiah
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