Sense & Sensibility Poem by Just. Charl Flanders

Sense & Sensibility



Some of us girls we doth glow;
More Sense than Sensibility;
But once the bird is all aflutter;
The net ensnares me so.

Then there are ones who know it all;
Or do they know anon?
For me, I wait 'till August comes
The righteous to the gutter.

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