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A Night at the Maple Leaf

-   I dance through the narrow lanes, As Tipatina gently plays, My life is syncopation, That only she hears. The lanes are groves, And the tune rattles like a smoking train on buckled rail...

By: BradLee | Category: Love Poems | Score: 5| Added: 22 Mar 2014