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She likes small things and small talk
Sipping her hot tea in front of the telly And rereading the same old book in her garden seat Seasons changed and her youth Didn’t fade in her rosy cheeks Glistening glamorous glance Thrown to every male-being crossing her drive. She can still be the target of men’s lust Why couldn’t she, anyway? Rainwater dripping from the eave There’s something wrong with her old place its with weird odour (Basil, maybe even hot pepper…) enchants the spirit and she feels comfortable this way people say she’s no princess no more and that only because of her odd preoccupations feeding the worms in the marshy field next to her property and most of the times talking to herself, nay shouting or other times just giggling… but that's the way she is a Silly-Billy Sianesse she casts spells on every flower in the garden, especially this time of year when there’s an explosion of yellow in wordsworthian daffodils… lucky her they all work and yet the street lamp is her only company to bed (her devious moon, chained by a completely useless pole) to be continued
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