Racy stuff, classical music, you know!
The green and slender willow
had her swaying trunk laid bare,
when the wind blew, and drew
the branches aside.
And today, my beloved,
I glimpsed your legs,
when the wind blew
and played with your light dress.
I would have liked to have written yesterday, in order to help clear the entry deficit but my computer was down and out all morning and receiving the ministrations of a qualified professional (i.e., not me!).
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