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Category : Poems

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The Earth flown

In Air brown

Enters a  Figure onto  

This present Ground.


As Harped Chords felt

The Woman’s  Distressed 

Ass-the Melodys looked 

Out for 1 stolen red Dress.


A loss of which the Treble

Did press on Soprano’s 

Behest to Protect

The Clothes-less 


The Earth flown

In Air brown

Exits the Singer out of 

This Ol Ghost Town .


Whose Ode of a Loss 

Her before Me undressed, 

Tale-ing how it and why  

How-ling winds commit Theft.


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