Serenity

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I feel no shame, to robeless lie
Beneath a blue, cloud-tufted sky;
And thrill as gentle breezes play
About my unclad form. Dismay
At such abandon nettles me
No more than were I clothed; and free
Of hampering veil I bid the sun
Caress my every curve, til won
Is my rapport with Nature's will
For sheer content. Her doting skill
At titillation and caress
By wind and sun relieve duress
Of economics and the strain
Derived from toil; and I regain
Incentive for tomorrows need . . .
Nudism is to me a creed.

- Augustine Pennman

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