Free Spirit

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    Free Spirit

    She wears her hair pinned up
    most of the time,
    With such fair skin
    And a anatomy that is just so fine,
    You cannot deny her as a friend.

    Her smile is so precious
    and her edicate so kind,
    With such soft and tender lips
    adorning her face,
    That I believe may taste like
    A sweet vintage wine,
    When you kiss them,
    How I wish she was mine.

    Her blue jean skirt
    Flows just above her ankles,
    To just below her knees,
    And when she opens her mouth to speak,
    Her flow is like liquid sunshine,
    So unique,
    So casual,
    So chic,
    That carries a gentle breeze,
    She's just a free spirit,
    flowing like the wind
    That will make a private man,
    Give her his keys,
    And because of her loving ways,
    She can be such a
    beautiful tease.
    She such a free spirit.
    And I like her very much."

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    MarkEC’s Poems (9)

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