My Soul Seeks Not the Strangers Strokes
A sneaky stranger stocks her stuffs
In subtle silent style and sort
She struts with slavish sensuous snares
And seeks a simple soul to sour
In shady streaks and sinful sludge
My soul sense not her startling stunt
Nor search her stunning sights to see
My Sweetheart’s sparkles surpasses all
Her shamming sleek speech and stance
My Soul seeks not the stranger’s Strokes
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