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[ CC ] Of The Naked Girl
barely leaning lazily---
her bare backside against
a poplar tree occupied
by birds counting two -
loving doves, I believe
by the sound of coo;
I spied the lady, nude
raptured in reverie --- she
being no one in particular
spoke to me without words
I, being of mind to (re)create
captured with precision that gal
going about this exhibitionist swoon
minus hard wood at her soft behind
or those little feathered friends in love
or moon and sun likewise perched above
skied high up until noon
because I could;
that's what I oft have done
and continue to do
Thus, during my visit begun
as an audience of one
I drew, preferring to draw
what I see as it was when I saw
with my very own eyes
without thinking, nor did I think
she would mind being drawn
And there on the lawn sketched in
leaves browned and grass greened
was another lass, naked, leaned
ass against another poplar tree
preoccupied by another pair of doves
continually shrinking
And without a shadow of doubt
I knew each was the other
going about in their swoon
being no one in particular
raptured in reverie up until noon
speaking softly to a moon
barely yet slowly blinking
captured oftly by the sun
unthinking
her bare backside against
a poplar tree occupied
by birds counting two -
loving doves, I believe
by the sound of coo;
I spied the lady, nude
raptured in reverie --- she
being no one in particular
spoke to me without words
I, being of mind to (re)create
captured with precision that gal
going about this exhibitionist swoon
minus hard wood at her soft behind
or those little feathered friends in love
or moon and sun likewise perched above
skied high up until noon
because I could;
that's what I oft have done
and continue to do
Thus, during my visit begun
as an audience of one
I drew, preferring to draw
what I see as it was when I saw
with my very own eyes
without thinking, nor did I think
she would mind being drawn
And there on the lawn sketched in
leaves browned and grass greened
was another lass, naked, leaned
ass against another poplar tree
preoccupied by another pair of doves
continually shrinking
And without a shadow of doubt
I knew each was the other
going about in their swoon
being no one in particular
raptured in reverie up until noon
speaking softly to a moon
barely yet slowly blinking
captured oftly by the sun
unthinking
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