My Tresses
some fancy winter cotton
And it dangled from the sled unto the carvings
of a rustic swan
A shade of silver purple
And it gave an eerie glow
Beneath the shaded winter sun
old wells took me to
my favorite verse of Joseph
of course that was ages ago
Before either of us were born
If I had crossed your path then I'd know
As I know
Of cool snow melting on my tresses
Text without context is pretext If your opponent is of choleric temperament, seek to irritate him
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