Sitting under the woman tree
mellowing
the three graces
sharing whimsical silent looks
knowing beforehand each others pain
we laugh
eating another of Eve's golden apples.
Sitting under the woman tree
mellowing
the three graces
sharing whimsical silent looks
knowing beforehand each others pain
we laugh
eating another of Eve's golden apples.
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