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Holding My Unkempt Beards, Burquawalli Asked Me, 'How Do You Do? '

Holding my blackly unkempt beards,
She said to me,
'How do you do? '

Holding my my blackly unkempt beards,
She said to me,
'How are you? '

The girl from the black veil
Smiled she so sweetly,

My love.
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Saturday, July 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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