two shrugs part nearby
the hobby horse of brass
the shabby attire of phantoms
dirtied by angelic shuffling
the woozy hares twirl dust under
blasts blown between the stitches of
the bad seamstress frantically
tearing over the thrashing brush strokes
in the burner's juice flames
dart around with smart steps
now the loan of their coquetting
paid and abolished with the gales
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