Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Coquette Comments

Rating: 2.7

Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly gleaming
Over the shoulder of some far blue hill.
We glimpse the blue eyes of her, smiling and beaming,
We hold out our hands to her, all of a thrill.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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