She has fled from the arid land Arizona
She has fled to the Prairies of Manitoba
She fled in search of greener pastures
And she fled to the haven of nature's pleasures.
I found her in the Eden of the Prairies
I found her in the midst of my fairies.
I found her in the state of nature
I found her in her voluptuous posture.
She was lying on the petals of the lilies
The lotus blossoming in Heliopolis.
The lotus flower of the heart of Nun
Blooming in the light of the African sun.
Behold the muse of my magnum opus
As she lay down on my bed of Nymphaea Lotus.
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