The gleeful peddler.

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 One fateful night,

the cool night air, frought with mist,

the ambient sounds of the forest,

a gurgle of a close-by brook.

The earth cracked and shook, the

air thick with ozone. And deep from

within the depths, she emergeth.


The Lady of the Lake.

My oldedst companion, my truest

friend.

a heart so tender, I could not imagine

another.

The gleeful peddler of the north shore.

O' thine beauty incarnate, what

games of love will we play?

What do you have in store?


O' telleth me mine sweet, I do so

wish to implore.

Your plan with me, I must explore.

Your scent, your gaze, your voice, so 

alluring.

Your touch of shame so insuring.

And with that, I give you every

thing, with burning haste.


For one drop, just one taste

One peek, one stupendous look, upon

your prize.

My eyes must feast

Please O' sweet, Lady of the Lake.

Just one taste, of your honey-laden

Hotdog water of the north shore.

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