February 12, 2009
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Across her neck, wrists, and ears we dangle,
Happily wrapping and slapping until we entangle.

Those with no passion,
Say we are not in fashion,

But she just shakes her head as her earrings strangle,
To hold to the ears that heard the attempted wangle.

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