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Nectar
in store keeps
My Ixora, for insects
That have need indeed.
Eyes, she equal, no
Bias, gruesome beetles and
Pretty
butterflies.
Little kids’ scallywags
Spoil pretty blooms Ixora's;
Snatch them they and smash.
Grins and fondles them
Still she, rubbing their cheeks, soft
Like her stunning blooms.
Her spouse, Wind, slaps her
Harsh sometimes; strokes, Breeze, her soft
Child, very lovingly.
Child, very lovingly.
Shows she no ire to
Him, instead she lies in wait
Keenly when he leaves.
Shaking and swaying
Her body and hands, plays she
Well with Wind and
Breeze
Hari OM
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