A well, of efflorescent eau, (alike pier glass)
expanded deeply and beyond its wet morass.
The birds' (oh, temptress frivolous) , refined plumage
pursued thy beckoning, coquettish décapage.
Admired, thus we, thine whim's flirtatious assonance,
unsaturated flame and sonsy décadence.
Thou, avid for adventures spicy wert, cause I'd
upon thy geodesic curvatures, abide.
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