It is a human delicacy which you ought to have known
since childhood, the gorgeous advancement of age
mouthwatering smell of grass drenched anew with the rain
your girl's appetizing invitation on that moment when you
have first gazed on her face, a delectable spirit and delightful brush with what is succulent and rich and sweet,
another choice to what is as dainty as a dull yellow daisy
head high blooming towards the warm slowness of the sun.
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