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May 2016
I have left one repartee one last sharp  mention
before the ball ends, and you go off dancing with him,
my fairest vision , my dearest memory, you did
not notice, my emotions were lost on thee, but
my presence happened to be quite in the moment,
and that is why, while you danced gaily,
I was in the garden with Prudence.
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