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However folded rivers sigh

Watch fields of barley unreel red eye.

Bad-mouth the world then eat the sky;

And thro’ the weald the toads run by

To moody glowering Havelot; And chips in hand the fishes row, Gazing as the matrices’ glow Refine algebra with its flaws

The Geometry of My Blot.

Pillows quaver, aspirins quiver, Little wheezes flush our livers With two eyes mauve that gleam forever

By the cardinal’s email love

r Fleeing down to Grab a phone. Fifty shades of grey ,balls powered

Overload the ovarie

And the silent male implodes

For the Lady, will she Not?

Ar my jargon, pillows wailed They read the heavy sheets in braille

Slow and blue the duvets failed

The dry mop shuttered silk and pale

Slapping down wi fi Hotspots

But which computer saw her glands?

Or at her thyroid wondered long? Or is she known to heartless men, The Lady M.A [aegrotat]

Only drapers, fold sincerely

In among the beds and parlours,

Hear a gong that echoes queerly From the river bounding eerie Down to showers for Camper’s Foot And on the Lune, the sweeping fairies

Pile the leaves in uplands barely Listening, whispers “‘Tis the lovely Lady with a white Teapot