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Soft grey, tall, slight.
Wimpled head bowed; eyes hidden.
And one lock of dark hair plays deliciously down her temple.
She walks across the garden, cool with the evening.
Silent, dainty steps, graceful, on young feet; God's.
Her legs spring, legs that could sprint and leap,
Lithe girl, playing in the garden.
Taut calves hidden in her soft grey habit.
Ah but she could fly.
Her eyes gaze humbly down in virtuous penitence.
Dark blue eyes, clever, Ernest, happy eyes.
Her clean white face.
Soft, sweet, smiling lips.
She kneels.
Closes her thoughtful eyes.
Opens moist, unkissed lips in prayer.
And worships God with all his glory,
Her virtue, prostrate, till dawn.
©2009 ~Joshwann
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A poem that isn't about me. I knew I'd get there one day. To Emily: My first real poem.

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i love you babe.

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Emily [[Kicks Ass]] is taking Control. Peace \/

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