Allan Terry Poet Ballad

Form of Figatary

Moraceae. This fig cultivar and The Tuxedo store owner are the same.
The owner of the tuxedo store kept hovering over me when i was browsing,
 so I asked him to leave me alone. He said, “Fine, suit yourself.”
He asked to seek an understanding due to a womans want of attention.
NebHSHIN ASKED cLABSHISTER TO MARRY. Only in question he did so.
Those if's and's and but's that fine tuning required. He only wished
 to gain the understanding that was unspoken. But Abshister WAS more
whorish then diplomatic. She refused any understanding thinking her
 ways were best for all: but folk always questioned her as she seemed less
likely to what to know why he wished these things. Fig harvest time had
 been approaching. Doing this time of year it was tradition for the males
to ask the females to help store the figs for winer. The root cellars would
have a smell that inspired a romantic conversation.
 The scent is unquiet to love that it's fragrance is neutral enough
 to be understood. It lends a supple, sexy feeling a scent
 to be adorn.  Endlessly wearable. Nebhishin, told the woman
she refuses to converse of us together, yet she wished to share time 
with me, so I bought her here might these wonderful figs make her
 at least mention us together as something Optional. Thus after
 conversation and agreement, when those quirks are hammered out
there we can either dissolve our relationship or make it official. It's were the
reference to figs comes into play.Ficus nota, these trees which were chosen to be felled would
now become the wood for the instruments that would either be played at her official engagement party, or the night were he seeks another!

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