Green hills,
her skills
viewed in depth.
The lady ran
with waving hand,
speaking fast
and out of breath.
She made it last
all the day
her beauteous way
and scented tease,
her bended knees
in country field -
a kiss this sealed
a wink of rhyme
a blink of time.
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