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I don't love to wander
A quiet shush of ebbing levanter
of calm drizzle, as we pray the rain to batter
she plugged her faith studiously in
the mystery behind the mist,
perhaps a soul to uphold her constitution
with his fist.

Young O'l Paulette
too young and naive.
An emissary of your innocent ignorance.
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