Old Guard
You pose in weekend vines.
Nine lassies mostly peers key:
pretty, nice, et cetera. A few
avuncular types pump you with
positivity: sunshine flower. This
benign act hurts no one except
your folks who absorb there
is no suitor of the shade they
would like to string along with.
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