The Givers Taker
There once was a fellow who kindly said hello
A long awaited lover I've always been keen of
The fairest of fair with my flaxen hair
A flash of pink flesh and thistle lace underwear
I bent my back and called him Rosemary.
Say Rose, won't you meet me in the garden where the birds sing?
Must I replenish what you yearn for
Relax my aqueous floor
Deep rooted and quenched I lay
Take mi amour
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