Woody
Woody
A day clear, calm, and light, quite spicy bright,
A treasure of pleasure took flight.
Our luck was to glimpse a wet duck fresh from the rinse.
He emerged from the verge of the wood.
A dream to the eyes, of seven colors comprised,
A wood duck, a visual prize.
Thom you are the poet extroidanair
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Jeannie