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The fire in the library was lighting she was the Goddess and he was mass of coals In the large hall the candelabrum, he brought over her fruit tray portrait of Marina Delray.He kissed her fine brandy

The gas light from the flames guided her to Victorian cobblestone town. She was just waiting for someone when he met her eye. Just words had a way of tumbling down.

This poem type of story has a Shakespearean twist. It's humorous and I hope you find it in your heart to get royalty front seat.

She was shy untutored the right man never touched her. He's counting the bad petals love me-love me not. She smelled the begonia.He smiled she brushed him off her shoulder but felt so butterfly free