On fanned hair glistening jet
and creamy stretched limbs
All coated with the enamoured red
Of this blessed fertile earth
Here some dreams were hastily etched
Kicking up a spicy storm
Of crushed pepper kernels
And heady intoxicating Jasmine
Romantic saga's on parchments
Of fertile flaming ponderous thoughts
While others trashed it out alive
Kicking up a spicy storm
That no amount of washing
Could restore the pristine white
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