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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