Collected Poems 1

Telltale Traces

Two nuns in flowing robes
Made their way down across
A lush green lawn,
Sloping just enough for them
To end up in frolicking.

On reaching bottom
They turned, glanced furtively back,
Assuring themselves
No trace of black was left
On soft grass
They had just gamboled down across,
In case someone might ask.
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