Þick along sylvan paþs
þorns brush bare þighs as
þrongs of bumbles, bees
þrive as þunder rumbles in the distance,
þongs itching, Þelma bitching,
þoughts of hitching home; but —
þumbs sweeten as me and Þelma sigh,
þieves among ripe þimbleberries.
thick along sylvan paths
thorns brush bare thighs as
throngs of bumbles, bees
thrive as thunder rumbles in the distance,
thongs itching, Thelma bitching,
thoughts of hitching home; but —
thumbs sweeten and Thelma sighs,
thieves among ripe thimbleberries.
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