Aujourn 'D - Poem by James McLain
The most invaluable ornament, clear faces.
Out of whimsical silk and all l' it'; tales of imagination of S. Plus than deeply mythology. So that the woman can go naked, on the streets paved in gravel, while vêtu.
Nothing sports she, but luminous coloured evening gowns.
Almost religious, sericiculture d' it'; the knowledge she
Offering' S., some phase to make thus, '; Standing'; stones
keep above cloud, this secrecy.
Even aujourn d' today, windy never being it is thus.
And it is, always so cooling because of him.
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