some pretty pretty poetess
sat there upon her round
upon a milk-red
carpet
admirers all around
for in such opportunity
buffoons will oft abound.
I love thee all, she cried in glee
though coyness were her crime
upon a milk-black
carpet
which served her for a rhyme
if I'd stop gazing in my glass
I might wake from this mime
.
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