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Beryl o Dear
Desire is vile, says beryl o dear
Wicked smile, a gloomy face,
Shallow is her immaculate thoughts,
Caged within the yardern's quartz.
Vital is serene, says beryl o dear
Stag of Hampshire, she covets
How dire is solitude's sting.
Tedious is the dawning spring
Fateful, her oversight, says beryl o dear,
Scenic skies have become dull.
Wailed my heart, this sulky eve
Everything fawn as mustard field.
© jude
Wicked smile, a gloomy face,
Shallow is her immaculate thoughts,
Caged within the yardern's quartz.
Vital is serene, says beryl o dear
Stag of Hampshire, she covets
How dire is solitude's sting.
Tedious is the dawning spring
Fateful, her oversight, says beryl o dear,
Scenic skies have become dull.
Wailed my heart, this sulky eve
Everything fawn as mustard field.
© jude
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