That I may please thee unto a damsel
Thy foot-prints cleave my heart's apparel so
Mightier than slippery way. I tell-
Shotful Spring's guest steeps into ornament
Meandering how it's gist gets a full smell;
A fine arm must cheer my aim and allow
To sup armed experience unto shell.
02-25-2017
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