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| Graphic created by D. Denise Dianaty |
He startled her with a roguish pinch
Ignored her feral smile and angry squint
In a fine-china cup she served him tea
Made from the bark of the wolf-willow tree
Too late he learned in the moon high dark
The gypsy curse of the bark in the bark
© 08 March 2018
by D. Denise Dianaty
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