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The Indian glover became my Indian lover He held my hand down Indian paths, and loved me in his way. His way was like myriads of birds; colourful and joyful. He gave me beautiful gloves that he had made. These stretched up my arms right up to my shoulders: finest silk shimmering gloves for Indian holiday. My lover's turban was inset with a red-hued jewel. People said he could be cruel, but he never was, to me. ------------------------------------ 11/4/2015 Contest - Beautiful Sponsor - Silent One 3rd place win
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