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Thursday
The smell of red roses riding the breeze
He planted me a garden of flowers for me
Under blue skies brown birds fly free
River disguise a stony bed under feet
So I admire the windmills soft whizz
Dare I denim desire a long lost kiss
Aiming much higher than rainbows
You set fire of desire to mahogany soul
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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