Some say variety is the spice of life
And one knows we all get tired
Of the same old things
You see a place beckoning
In a soft-focus vision
Where hidden pleasures abound
Threaten to break out into reality
Asking yourself the moral question
As your sabre in unsheathed
And pointed at the sky
Ready for a little hanky panky

You water that magic garden
A very special flower
With a little imagination each day
Been your favorite
Ever since a little girl
Stroke its pedals
And it gets even prettier
Makes your heart go leaps and bounds
Fertilize that pleasure
With a little hanky panky
So sweet its blossom-like afterglow


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Inputted and revised © 2021

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02/03/2021

Posted on 02/03/2021
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