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SIMILES The rich soil in my garden is blacker than my wife’s hair The delicate velvety peach is soft as her skin Delights of rose and ruby are less than her lips’ freshness The sunset today is as radiant as her dress When darkness falls the stars are like her eyes within And spring breezes make the icicles tinkle like her laughter

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