later they might say
later she was
quite genuine
she was that great loss
her fellows could not
appreciate
she'd put it any way
in a trivial clause
quite feminine
could she get really cross
with what words would not
alleviate
these flowers they pay
for any cause
quite a specimen
always more than a gloss
with a meaning we should not
abbreviate
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