I saw them sitting in the shade;
The long green vines hung over,
But could not hide the gold-haired maid
And Earl, my dark-eyed lover.
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A suspenseful poem by Ella and for her a little bit dark.
But is pulled of in spades.
Ella's poetry themes were eclectic and thank heavens for that.
It would be the same old, same old and boring otherwise.
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A suspenseful poem by Ella and for her a little bit dark. But is pulled of in spades. Ella's poetry themes were eclectic and thank heavens for that. It would be the same old, same old and boring otherwise.