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Through Scented Woods

O, to wander through scented woods where rain has gently washed Leaves reflecting Autumn’s turn Would that our paths had crossed I’d have dared to show you secret trails of creatures so exotic as to tug at strangers’ ample eyes the desired effect hypnotic… Yet, alas, ‘twas to never be my mite of courage faltered And so, my love, what can I say ~ ‘Tis me that needs be altered

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Date: 8/14/2024 11:04:00 AM
Nay, not so. I'm sure the attraction goes beneath and does not see the reflection of age. Nice one gs! :)
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/14/2024 6:40:00 PM
Oh, I don't know. Age isn't 'just a number,' as the fantasizers love to say...
Date: 8/14/2024 5:08:00 AM
Following secret trails of creatures is risky and needs courage. It is likely that one faces diffidence, as one enters the heart of a forest, the seat of mystery. However you have made your forest trek romantic. Beautifully composed.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/14/2024 7:34:00 AM
Appreciate your enthusiasm for this one, Valsa. May all your trails be happy ones! Cheers, Gershon
Date: 8/14/2024 4:58:00 AM
ah, the alterations of age...not always what we expected...and love....a shape shifting demon...
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/14/2024 7:35:00 AM
Love, Luv, Louvre, whatever shape it's in, it sure doesn't stay there for long, as your rightly comment, John. Eels and Elusivity, Gershon

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