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Monday, October 17, 2005

Scarlet Splendor

Blessed is he who created red things-
Pristine and pretty ready lips;
To blushing cheeks.
A crimson hued moon is setting,
To touch the frest Autumn leaf litter
On a sailors warning day break.

Honor as dye, savor, or bled.
Drink in claret or rose.
Comb incarnadine wavy, curly, straight.
Watch the cherry blossoms bloom
eager to elate.

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