Belamour you sense
The savour of incense
From alpines dense
To the rayless fence
From the backwoods thence
The lowland trench
She trudged in wrench
Leaving me drench
Did welter down wretch
Was she a cinch
So pretty a dutchess
Ducked by her tress
While dusk menace
The moonlit manse
You see her dance
With hampers in hands
©LIL ARCHA
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