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A cold drop of rainwater fell on my eye,
          Awakening me from a deep sleep;
I felt queer:
              "Hope my freckles haven't faded,
For summer's come and gone;
                     Today is cleaning day...
Bedroom...first;"
                   I turned on John Mellencamp,
And washed my walls which
                       Were painted antique white;
After rearranging my furniture,
             I placed on my brass bed, a new
Ensemble of white satin ~ oh, so gentle;
   "I really hope my freckles haven't faded,
For summer has come and gone;"
        I carefully washed my window till it...
Squeaked,
Then stood for a long while;
        I removed my oversized flannel shirt,
and felt the sun's warmth on my breasts;
"Perhaps my freckles faded but little;"
Upon buttoning my shirt, I hung exquisite
              White satin curtains that brushed
                                       The floor;
Candles of violet, light blue and white
Were placed randomly throughout,
Just prior to polishing the sturdy oak floor;
       Finishing touch...a crystal chandelier...
Heroic...Hanging from my ceiling...
          I stood in admiration...observing the 
Magical sun dancing in hues of red, violet
                                 And blue;
As I showered, the warm water enchanted
My slender body...and...my soul;
             Never before had I felt so peaceful;
As I slowly massaged my thighs with
     Vanilla cream, I observed that freckles 
Yet coveted my nose...bosom...legs...
    Summer embraced my waist and softly
          Whispered the secret into my ear...
I proceeded downstairs, poured a glass
                 Of wine, then...

              I politely asked my lover to leave.

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