lady on rocks overlooking the bay
still there with her pretty parasol
she's waiting for her gentleman
who left for sometime full moon
foxes didn't howl nor craters moan
river does flow vigorously on and on
she looks at me with question's
in her inquisitive mind, i cower
i don't feel giving any answer
to her dismay she throw her shoes
that was worthy reasonable cause
i pick; put her hands on her hips..pause
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