and no they're not my daughterz
.
so purty
mine flatter
i share
to mine right's
side
the celt from
ireland
thus
to mine left's
side
the celt from
france
"hol'lup
let me breathe"
came forth the scop's
speak
and mineself's
"they are dang
purty"
*I thought about giving this write
a less avant garde title, yet, it iz
"avant garde"...metaphorically ')
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