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Ms Eccentric

Ms Eccentric,
With your bowls of placed mints.
May I sit to inquire about your sentiments?

Why do you dine in powdered wig and gloves?
And feed bread crumbs to caged doves...
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Ms Eccentric,

As you sit and think of it...
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