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Her Wet Hair
Her wet ringlets kissed her naked shoulders
Just above a white loose angel's towel --
She dripped fresh and washed, and me just under
The spell of her wet hair; she didn't hear
The nothing that I said, but now my prayer's
That she knew then that beauty I found there--
That I loved looking at her lovely gold wet hair.
--Dr.M
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