.When we made it to the garden
It was well past nine
Our hands came to agreement
As we walked in time
A jealous rose stole a thread
From her skirted thigh
I clipped it quick with a flick
Of this switchblade knife
That rose was so fine in her hair>
Her shadow in.
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