I saw giraffes in my garden
this morning and, perhaps,
last Sunday, I'm fairly sure
about the stride they held
prancing in the dry grass,
their necks swayed as they
crossed each others' paths,
tangling gently whenever
they kissed.
this morning and, perhaps,
last Sunday, I'm fairly sure
about the stride they held
prancing in the dry grass,
their necks swayed as they
crossed each others' paths,
tangling gently whenever
they kissed.
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