Saturday

Of this

Bed of roses     ~ petunias, figs gift for sages Magus to the wise women. Three in her darling poses. not a bank of rivers crawling up her salting plate, but nickers of them. A lost word hail penny to her pound. and the irish glance away ward awayward. Something is missing to cover her persuasion coercion. 'I've always been your fuck friend. Firefriendly knight .

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So Jill's saltimbanque rests her ace   ~.