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Author: * RonaRuadh Cumhaill -
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Date: Apr 26, 2008 - 09:24
My love has locks of tawny brown
Streaked with gold in summer.
Around his ears the tendrils curl,
Inviting whispers and kisses.
One rebellious strand stands up,
Boyishly, atop his noble crown,
Refusing to bow down.
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