Dressed, yellow, not red to distract,
Drapes, and flows, not all tightly wrapped,
Down to toes, not up like a skirt,
Statuesque, not loose like a flirt,
Fond of her, sad, for we must part,
Now a change, new girl for my heart,
Just my thoughts, of then passing day,
New girl on wall, for month of May.
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