The orphan three,
Since their nine, eleven and thirteen,
With open windows were free.
The adult biology intruded in their innocence,
Girls they were, so made for black body's trance,
The world widened to their sense.
The sisters three,
Had neither moral nor immoral tree,
They proved food and rest.
Clients, -young, old, deprecate,
Were not bereft to have entry in their artistic gates,
Necessity made their go, -a victorious brow.
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