palm
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| the sunlight fingering through the | palm | frond the absurd turban the |
| enormous frond of a courtyard | palm | thrust into the room like |
| keep their meeting a fleshy | palm | taps out a laptop tune |
| streaks of miles a fleshy | palm | taps out a laptop tune |
| dockside wharfs and restaurants the | palm | fringed corniche in front of |
| restaurant arabian nights behind the | palm | fringed entrance the mock victorian |
| an arab reservoir shaded by | palm | trees now before a delicately |
| chairs were arranged in the | palm | courtyard i went upstairs with |
| lowse loosen lowss free luif | palm | luik look lums chimneys luve |
| in a hotel complex the | palm | weirs stretch merks roon its |
| said to the captain the | palm | tree is in the haund |
| into the captain of the | palm | tree we were in the |
| boat there are smiles between | palm | trees and mud huts people |
| symbolic lemon tree and date | palm | nothing jars the senses indeed |
| oor men on to the | palm | tree and i m getting |
| deana have sailed on the | palm | tree beaumont ah then it |
| us stop work on the | palm | tree beaumont he ll no |
| to work wi andy the | palm | tree can sail the day |
| it no caird oh the | palm | tree can sail the morn |
| oot its trill like a | palm | tree comes like a kintra |
| deeside s bunnet lairds in | palm | tree glens hill station jist |
| s progressing weel wi the | palm | tree is it no caird |
| good evening provost weel the | palm | tree s being hauled out |
| if you haud wi the | palm | tree sailing the morn beaumont |
| be the crew o the | palm | tree sanderson enters from outside |
| are you fashed about the | palm | tree she s weel happed |
| wi the repair work the | palm | tree should have been under |
| her boney finger takes my | palm | in hers kneads it like |
| be pirates an treasure an | palm | trees an skinklin linns i |
| am in palma surrounded by | palm | trees and cedars and cactuses |
| sprush trees bloom whan the | palm | trees breird on jordan s |
| stew white surf golden sand | palm | trees cool breeze dimps cammy |
| then pressed doon on his | palm | the imprint of ma finger |
| her thin legs crossed his | palm | she paused as if they |
| leg protrudes from a fallen | palm | her mobile phone s forgotten |
| wet black elm david s | palm | gripped tightly by his mother |
| turnt it roon so his | palm | faced upward look daddy ah |
| been weel greased in the | palm | to leave wi his gab |
| your left hand stretched out | palm | downwards looked like something that |
| prick and balls with the | palm | of his hand there was |
| together with resin between the | palm | of the souter s hand |
| heids still on likely fae | palm | sunday ere wis a lad |
| the silhouette of a date | palm | beyond my balcony dusky in |
| he hid them in the | palm | o s haun fae the |
| there something outrageous a handsome | palm | inclining its turbanned fan to |
| her hands turns them over | palm | up stares at her fingers |
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