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Pretty Penny pockets persimmons for their orange meat tempts,
these oval jewels when ripe adore green lime and white plates.
Diospyros, divine fruit, ripens bagged upon her counter waiting.
Soon, she will release them, tease them, between white teeth.
These oval jewels when ripe adore green lime and white plates.
Penny's Master rules with fur lined lashes, seldom coming early.
Soon, she will release them, tease them, between white teeth
for his rat-ta-tap-tap at her garden gate has woken her late.
Penny's Master rules with fur lined lashes, seldom coming early.
The tannic taste of persimmon on his soft pink tongue abates
for his rat-ta-tap-tap at her garden gate has woken her late.
Their deserts gone down with red wine and camembert cheese.
The tannic taste of persimmon on his soft pink tongue abates,
Diospyros, divine fruit, ripens bagged upon her counter waiting ..
their deserts gone down like red wine and camembert cheese,
Pretty Penny pockets persimmons for their orange meat tempts.
8/6/12
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