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and sneaked, yes...that's the word..........sneaked....by night, perhaps.....
turned, twisted...every tendril grasping...curling....holding..reaching... climbing the old and bowed bay and the remaining third of the wind-taken plum your not-unwilling....nor sentiently willing hosts.....?
you're back....! ! I laugh.... amazed by your tenacity.......
will you share your unreasoned secret with me....?
. you needn't........
.your delicate and graceful blossoms are enough.......
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delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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