let us go forth
and wander
to the north
find the gander
and see
a place
to sea
and lace
too sore
to feel
what more
to heal?
this winter
solace
this hinter
palace.
go forth
I say
to north
in dismay
your queen
is dead
hands clean
over head
and wander
away
to the gander
I say.
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