Her Lure
One day I got up
With a brand new cup
Sipping hot cocoa
Getting ready to go
I immediately left
I was not totally deft
I went to the beach
For one I beseech
I smell her coming by
A lure she uses, I die
I fall for her time again
Whenever the scent began
I find her before me
A smile full of glee
We embrace all at once
Feelings that pounce
We walk off to the sea
Drinking some Russian tea
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