For Sylvia and Betsy and brothers two...
She comes from the plains of Spain in the middle of rain
To comfort two brothers in the midst of their pain
One crosses the bridge just to be with herShe comes from the plains of Spain in the middle of rain
To comfort two brothers in the midst of their pain
The other waits in a room just to taste her
Skin of amber glistens as she listens
To brothers two as they hasten
To make use of the short time
To tell her their woes over lemon and lime
She goes down smooth and warm
Always giving, never taking
End up stuporous in the morning at two
Assuaging their grief
Sharing their relief
From a brief encounter
Over the table as they banter
And when they part ways
She stays and waits
For another night of visit
From brothers two as they see fit.
Hi there,hmmmmm...interesting
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