At The Approach Of May: Now, And Like 1976

Clad in her faded, white tee-shirt;

baggy pink lounging pants;

and grass-stained pink socks;

with her wild hair cascading,

and her ample breasts aroused

(and no regard for the old prude next door):

how can I remain silent

in the presence of such beauty

that demands proclamation?





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