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from the Poem “The MuseMusicians, chapter
The effete prone stalk of green feeble pantiles
that bored through weed luxuriant blades,
sandal poised itself why that shadowflake’s overfed
Pillage of minnows’bundle wards plashred
My vanilla-skin, whirl-ruffles on leafage rest
They stunned contrite fingers, slough was colour wept
Pebbles’burst trod the runlet grave and thence
birchen whistlings were dampened together
di Michael Judas Biersay
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