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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Oh my Marie,
to me

Ragged and raw

is my marie,

skin honey browned

by the labouring sun

Dewy spotted from

the grass, she runs

Flesh not of porcalin,

and lips not of rose

Hair not of sunshine but

the wheat in feilds she sows

Plain as day yet prettier

than perfection knows

Kiss the flush into her cheeks

and count the freckles on her nose

Smelling of earth and grass and rain,

Marie one and the same

Submitted: April 15, 2012

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Kianii Valendor

I have one word to say.

Well, besides what I just said.

And what I'm typing now.


Wait, no, that wasn't the word!

I was gonna say "pretty" but I confused myself...

Sun, April 15th, 2012 4:31pm


haha... thankyou :)

Mon, April 16th, 2012 12:50pm

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