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Black Rider
for Ms Willy, sg dec 01
Here she comes! The sunflower springs!
Lonely, o how loud a blustering herd of legs
black sweet coffee smile, in dark cocoa suit 
sincere steely sunlight from your perfectly bleached grin
O sweetie, you are my memory of homemade Christmas ginger biscuits

I love to hear the sound of your high heels ploughing the corridor's carpet.
Walk along, Willy!
last modified on Mon 20 Jun 2005