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Flowering
Her primulas have flowered: she can show
You how the buds are perfect, since she tends
Them with the greenest fingers; you should know
How she brings them to bud; for when she bends
Right down to take their picture, you might think
Of other bending, that can exercise
Your mind between those plantings - there's a link
To make her blush and moisten - see her thighs
Are trembling at that perfect image posed
In the high summer - is her skirt awry?
Or does she fuss for nothing, unexposed;
So, once more feeling useless, she could try
To work on garden triumphs; she'd go far
To ensure flowerings for primula.
You how the buds are perfect, since she tends
Them with the greenest fingers; you should know
How she brings them to bud; for when she bends
Right down to take their picture, you might think
Of other bending, that can exercise
Your mind between those plantings - there's a link
To make her blush and moisten - see her thighs
Are trembling at that perfect image posed
In the high summer - is her skirt awry?
Or does she fuss for nothing, unexposed;
So, once more feeling useless, she could try
To work on garden triumphs; she'd go far
To ensure flowerings for primula.
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