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To Her, A Trove of Rarest Splendor
In realms where truth no poppycock abides,
And macrology of soul entwines,
Quizzicalities in her eyes reflect,
Xenial graces, her mien projects.
Comely and nettlesome she moves,
With zhuzh of spirit that soothes,
A fabulist of tales...
