Replacement poem
Picnic
She understands the person sitting in the little meadow,
the sparkling legs thinner than the other girl,
the sunlight, true sunlight- her gaze is over.
Presently, the hands will become far in thoughts
of her adoration and countless exaggerations.
Presently the new country will stroll with an unhappy twist
in and beyond the lovely statues.
Presently the walkway will discover the windows
and the overjoyed pedestrians will close their picnic baskets.
Presently the park will open its luscious grounds
and keep, for the forbidden lovers, close to the people
lacking restraint.
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