Remember when you met me in the woods?
You wore that red. A basket was in your hand.
You came at dawn. I said, “What brings you out
So early in the morning, little girl?
Come with me. Let daddy take you home.”
I saw you in the woods another time.
It was at night. I saw you in the trees
Swaying under the blue moon.
You looked at me. You smiled and said, “What brings a gentleman
Such as yourself around these gentle parts?”
I said, “I love you. Be my mother please.”
You laughed. You’re laughing still. You’re laughing now.
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