I bled by shamrock
Cadence of york
A beaut brunette's
Ringlets and locks
Her windburn lips
Charming to blokes
Were most moist
In brumous frost
I slept by wintercresses and crosswort
A long drive past the hollyhocks
To the field of god aborning rues
Damask roses and poppies bloomed
©️LIL ARCHA
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