Wanda wondered
Why
When the wicked wind blew
Did she feel so empty
Devoid
Alone
Jascha yearned
Alone
Yellow yarrow bent
A strong cup of tea
Not
Much
Help
Belinda, a beguiler
Bubbly
She shimmered and shined
Like
Champagne
Alison alone
Always
Under unctuous and unforgiving underbrush
She Hid
Hoped
Hated
Reggie regaled
Tall tales told to a tempo
Blue blew blowzy
Said he
Significantly
But it was Boris
Who really took the cake
He lit lightly and languished
One minute floating
The
Next
Sunk
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