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Mimi Wolske
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Restless, she dove
into that beckoning pond
That some find deep
in the sunny woodland;
Dove twice into
depths of which she was fond.
A young girl, in her
innocence donned,
Shied ever closer fore
being cautioned;
Restless, she dove
into that beckoning pond.
Liking the company of
those who fawned
Over her with a
knowledge well burgeoned,
Dove twice into
depths of which she was fond.
Understanding of the
meaning now dawned.
She laughed, but back
to the woods she hastened;
Restless, she dove
into that beckoning pond.
Her parents cried,
"What has that water spawned?"
She returned to the
woods where she'd been ruined,
Dove twice into
depths of which she was fond.
Lured by the lapping
waves, she made a bond
And stayed close to
the pool that had beckoned.
Restless, she dove
into that beckoning pond;
Dove twice into
depths of which she was fond.
(the fallen angel touches water by diceglia)
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