Poetry: Underneath The Greenwood Trees

For Victory, may he e’er hear a certain bird sing a midnight song.

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Can you hear the rushing

hush-hush-hush

When the trees are talking

rush-rush-rush

And the stars burn brightly

touch-touch-touch

The birds cuckoo

shush-shush-shush

When I make love to you

brush-brush-brush

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All my love,

Marie Athena

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