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Ponderings |
| I ponder the flower Lilyesque, it gapes Fronds point to the entrance to its ichthysian Nectar Pungent, it repels would-be lovers of its moist inner zone A zone of love. It is safe thus But knows not the touch of others Nor the sweet-scented nectars disembogued by other blossoms. Alveolate. |