By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 11, 2012 The Groves of Venus By Harrison R. Merrill A grove of young aspensIs like a festival,A horde of graceful girls –Dancing! Naked,Arm in arm they skipAware of every graceful curve,Their smooth and powdered skins aglow –With life! Timid, but friendly,They are not prim and stiffLike puritan pinesWho scarcely bend and neverSmile. AspensSway with voluptuous motion –Twinkling pretty fingersFlas...
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