Friday she´ll come with force.
Wonderful Freya atop an insane horse.
Galloping toward the weekend.
Away from dying thor, away from
wicked wotan.
She the teacheress,
She´ll leave Baldur speechless
upon the shores, bounding to me
houndlike a spectacle a luscious mystery.
Bearing that smile such that calms me
before war.
Arriving before me beckoning me to
adore her.
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