First is the earth, unfilled, scoured out freely.
Childish is such a gift,
eyes red madding potion, she is ivy-sprayed.
With dogwoods and Texas bean-flowers mixed,
And woman broad hips laughing-wide eyed.
They boast to they of themselves.
Untended and large the he-bulls thus bring it home.
Their wives udders lean over heavy, swollen with milk?
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