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This poem was inspired by a lovely young cherry who frequently visits a church of which I inhabit. Unexpectedly I grew quite fond of her thus spawned was this poem.

Anna II

Cam00137-2by Glenn McCrary 26 Sep 2013

During the course of that fine evening
I witnessed the way in how loosely you swayed

With a care-free skip in each step
There wasn’t a damn thing that could stop you

All the amour and elation dripping
As each bead of sweat bit the dust

And with nothing in mind
Repeatedly I continued to watch you

Though my lips won’t bring me to say
That I simply adore you…