Fair was the rose that grew in her garden
and fair was the wind that graced her valley
and 'twas not for the love of that sweet maiden
that I wandered into that dark alley
[OK so this didn't go anywhere - was supposed to be a double entendre take on old Irish love songs, then it went straight from bucolic to inner city. Maybe there is something that can be done with it, but I don't rightly know at the moment]
MCR
2020-1020
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