by Davy Vivaldi on Saturday, April 14, 2012 at 10:01pm ·
roses rose from the ground
petals pounced for the pound
souls sprang to the sound
howls hailed from the hound
for her beauty simply abound
drums beat to the din
lights seemed to dim
heaven forgot the sin
nature created the scene
for her beauty simply abound.
Adjectives suited her
Adverbs served her
Anagrams spoke of her
Acronyms spelt her
for her beauty simply abound
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