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¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ a song of gallimaufry!                    of that lively—                                                     lonely street                                                             a Troubadour a'play his fingers clog at fret passé                    as charming women bravely seek―――――                               “Red rouge and diamond eyes of gray                              this fair and mellow-mannered mare!”                                     his brilliant eyes went spying (and they stole the skies of May from there!)                                 to spite the clement nightmare!      of that pungent— porter street                                                 the cleats of noble mounts they pace the pleasance he recounts                 his smile and case lay wide and chic――――                                    “Red felt, if you would be so kind,                                               solicit further coin and bill!”                                  his learn’ed ears went hearing (and what ditty does remind him still?)                       of the love and subtle thrill!        of that gloom ick—                          ridden street a drunk man kinks apace an eager look be on his face                  in wayward want of his mystique―――――                                          “Ready nigh my pick-n-anchor                                             pick on of mutt-n-mutineer!”                                        his gentle heart went jarring (as did he of sob'ring rancor spear)                           t’ward gameless                                                   watersweet                                                       of that lone yet-                                   lively                                                                               scene                 . . .
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
A Picker's Restless Peace
¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ a song of gallimaufry!                    of that lively—                                                     lonely street                                                             a Troubadour a'play his fingers clog at fret passé                    as charming women bravely seek―――――                               “Red rouge and diamond eyes of gray                              this fair and mellow-mannered mare!”                                     his brilliant eyes went spying (and they stole the skies of May from there!)                                 to spite the clement nightmare!      of that pungent— porter street                                                 the cleats of noble mounts they pace the pleasance he recounts                 his smile and case lay wide and chic――――                                    “Red felt, if you would be so kind,                                               solicit further coin and bill!”                                  his learn’ed ears went hearing (and what ditty does remind him still?)                       of the love and subtle thrill!        of that gloom ick—                          ridden street a drunk man kinks apace an eager look be on his face                  in wayward want of his mystique―――――                                          “Ready nigh my pick-n-anchor                                             pick on of mutt-n-mutineer!”                                        his gentle heart went jarring (as did he of sob'ring rancor spear)                           t’ward gameless                                                   watersweet                                                       of that lone yet-                                   lively                                                                               scene                 . . .
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
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