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Tiara Askew

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A tear and a seed blow, 
Planting and new grow,
Gentle as trees bearing fruit
And my muse... Tiara Askew. 

In words, pollen divided 
Like honey is too sweet 
On beds of toast,
Ever spreading romance.

Hearkening my sayings 
Of Georgia pines and saw grass, 
I carry about me my soul, 
Composing sensuality I compose.

Crooning, the bloom of flower,
Opening petals, caressing the hour, 
Sipping upon the nectar of bliss
And my muse... Tiara Askew.

The spark of the firefly,
In flight of its light show,
A tear and a seed blow,
Unrequited love.

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