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Under a Spell
As I sit and watch the evening star I can feel the moon touches me, from a far Wanting to taste my Smirnoff vodka, with lime The worn mind suddenly rhyme Tonight, it’s on the verge, of unearthing A treasure, a priceless thing Eagerness I felt as I saw my toy Tirelessly blinking, for me, with joy Waiting the speedy touch of my hand While my old silvery quill-like pen On a white papyrus, lies, inkless On the bedside table, of narra wood, shameless As I begin to peruse the Latin inscription I heard the clock chimes, with repetition Ding…dong…ding…dong …ding…dong The sound is like from an ancient gong I know it’s midnight, but when I turned to look I noticed the blue-eyed princess, still, reading the book Of Kama Sutra, left by an old transient From the Pearl of the Orient When my hand found the coded key The rhyme’s gone and the mind’s no longer free For I became, the prisoner, of my sultry princess Under a spell, I gave her my oriental kisses
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