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A Tree In A Field...

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme

Under a tree in a field...

Submitted:Aug 23, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

I led her down to a tree in a field

She asked me why? my lips were sealed

Soon my intentions were to be revealed

But to my advances she did not yield

We sat under a tree in a field

Discussing why our passion was killed

Once it was pure... triple distilled

Now protected by her shield

I sat her under a tree in a field

We drank cider and ate bread freshly milled

To the sound of my poetry she was thrilled

We left behind the tree in a field

Some of the old wounds we had healed

And though I asked her when I kneeled

None of her underwear was peeled!


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