Night blooming jasmine,
For miles around.
Smells so devine,
As the sun goes down.
No other scent,
Can ever compare,
To what Jasmine vents,
To the evening air.
A touch of class,
For nocturnal souls.
A sweet smelling lass,
Worth her weight in gold.
7/12/10 Alton Texas
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