Pyramidal point,
Fringed by fir, patrolled by fur,
Beauty unsurpassed.
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Oh wow! Love this...love the play with fir and fur. and that last line pulls it all together.
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Oh wow! Love this...love the play with fir and fur. and that last line pulls it all together.