Her feet wore beads of several fleets,
the dewed grass aided a soft feel for her feet.
Lovely ankara.
She bare the beasts and birds of the air.
Aso-oke across her breasts,
from within sweet-swelling myrhh spread from within her pearls.
Dark as loam.
I love you mum.
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