Haiku Haletant
wander with me dear
fingers laced in bated breath
burning with passion
wander with me dear
fingers laced in bated breath
burning with passion
brass bell ensemble
brazen beauty swing stepping
dance with me darling
land of milk and honey
indian paintbrushed meadow
beautiful Utah
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