lady sitting by a tree
twiddling her thumb busy
I could have ask her where
she might not know not fair
so I keep walking through
I heard rings one or two
she didn't answer; who
then rain started to pour
stayed calm collected, door
she falls asleep, leaning
drooling; fly landed on her
doesn't mind; she's in deep
resting, whatever she keep
stay there until she awake
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