The Lady
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Rahman Henry
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Like everyone else
She wouldn't say, ‘‘I love you''—
Rather
Would laugh. Would shake her head,
Spreading a naughty smile on her face:
‘‘out and out, a fool you are''—
If she speaks out so, then lucky you are.
Enter into the hot days of midsummer, there, it blows
A comfortable air of early Spring. Look at the sea:
It's but a Water-Garden, deep and green.
There is no more dividation; from
The Geographical Encyclopedia, erased— the Equator.
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