O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee -
How canst I but marvel at thee? -
What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, -
This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray -
Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, -
With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. -
O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be -
Declareth I, how I worship thee! -
Bittersweet, to see them go, Once fresh, once dew-laden, Still alive with life, Adorning wrists, to symbolize happiness, Beauty, and happiness, Flowing circular, love and friend.
It's funny, I'm so out-of-touch when it comes to agriculture that I had to use Google to figure out what a gajiray is. Regardless, you have posted a beautiful picture and captivating words.
It's funny, I'm so out-of-touch when it comes to agriculture that I had to use Google to figure out what a gajiray is. Regardless, you have posted a beautiful picture and captivating words.
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