02-20-2019, 04:32 AM
<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">Whose mares these are I think I know
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">His house is in the village though;
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">He will not see me stopping here
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">To watch their tails twitch to and fro
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">The passers bye must think it queer
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">I stop without a driveway near
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">But raging lust, my caution forsake
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">This first warm evening of the year
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">Some tap their horns or touch a brake
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">To ask if there is some mistake
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">The only other sound's the sweep
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">That flaxen tails on exquisite thighs make
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">Their rumps are beautiful, smooth and sleek,
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">But I have my secrets to keep
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">And hours to wait before men sleep
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<p style="margin-bottom:.0001pt;">And hours to wait before men sleep
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