~An Invitation to Sojourn~

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Budding iris’ arise in graceful ardour,
permeates her lilt grass tall  n’ tender.
Sweet violet imbues her loving fevour,
O’ this, an apothecary, wild its gender!
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Primroses burst in her leaves of green,
blossoms her scarlet-reddened petals.
A dance amid her gardening supreme,
this, a minuet, O’ her abundant kettle!
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Wayward breezes, O’ so gentle and lithe,
lovingly tends her balming honeysuckles,
Sun-kissed shrouds sing their pious myth,
‘pon her gentle veil, O’ her soft chuckles!
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Afloat ‘pon th’ edge of her Bastille waters,
her salty-spewn air mellifluently doth unfold,
O’ undulating her pristine-wading boarders,
I close mine eyes to inhale her dreamy behold~
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‘Pon an invitation to sojourn~




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