There was a Duchess
Yesterday roaming
Amidst
The haggard trees
She roamed and
Groaned
And that was yesterday.
Why roam you
Duchess
I saw your portrait
And
You emerge from it?
White
Turned the face of
The Duchess.
Into the wood
Backwards
Walking
Quick
Retired she
And
Faded she.
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