Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
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Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.

— William Carlos Williams, The Farmers' Daughters
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