Reservations,
Accredited.
Hardly fallen
Till you sit back up
Again,
Again!
And well, there is this sadness
But sparks fly high I see,
A heading:
Depart and relieve,
Birds and bees,
Boldness conceived.
Is this Justice?
A lady is well pleased, and passing
The frontier of everyday:
Every man's parade.
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