Dear PeterPaul....Nottablonde by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

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Dear PeterPaul....Nottablonde

no cinnamon streaks....
no apples or radishes coloring cheeks
no eyes of hazel or blue....nor of brown
no smoldering, mouldering, hautified frown...
no shears and no axes....no deliquent taxes
just a lap-top....no faxes....
an interest...betimes, in cats called Abraxas....
those windows, the ones we say speak of the soul
may awaken the living....splash in a punch-bowl...
their color...reflecting a heart, less-than-meek....
one could say recalls tints of fresh spring-sprung leeks....

delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

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