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Thursday, July 1, 2021

Harpist

 She heard him strumming his lyre in the garden, 

and felt a deep yearning for that lovely music,

 and longed to discover the sweet source,


He conquered her in the garden,

with his long, skilled harpist's fingers,

he knew how to strum her like an instrument


he knew how to play her, 

how to control her,

and she had her own melody,

of beautiful moans

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