Sweet Wine In New Calabash
How Blissful Thy Rosy Smiles, Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn’d Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces
Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of Thy Breathes
In Thy Kisses Merrily Must I Drink
Of A Rare But True Romance In The Air
How Blessedly The Day I Gleams’d Thee
In Bare-feet Thou Strut To Stream
Carting Water Calabash I Wish You Were Mine
Not? That Summer And Where It A Dream?
Now Thou Lie Cleav’d In My Love
Sweet Wine In New Calabash
The Scent Of Thy Breathes Like Fresh Wine
Recline Thou In My Promise Under My Thatch’d Roof
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