A rosebush of calm
A shrub of rest
A plant of good
And trees of soft
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There she was, with her dark pixie cut, a glittering bracelet on her naked arm resting on the back of the tub. My Aussie angel in the bath…
And then, assembled around the room, there you are. All of you…
I usually can predict what people choose
And she had seemed less lumpen than the run
Of those who shop here, rarely untattooed…
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