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Calla Lily
I remember The Calla Lily
The Field full to running over
And my most beloved
Running without a care
With a most magestic Roe
His breath was that of sweet wine
A bouquet that only Saints could smell
His Armor was of molten gold
Laid heavy upon his chest
Oh and the Calla Lily
I can still smell them so sweet
In the later air
In the time
Of my Prime
They were just everywhere
Inspired by: The Book, The Song Of Solomon
poem
by
Theodora Onken
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