James Peranteau Poet Romanticism

'bout mine oak floor

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      i watched hern nymph
                 spy my
                  whilst
             'pon      oak
                  mine
                  floor

                she sat

                   wit
                top hat
               kneez up
             fundament 
      locked unto the wood
               aaaan'd
            up her hip's
                limbz
          draped in linen
                went  
            tap     tap
                 tap
                tap'n
             'pon mine 
          Royal model P
         her purty feet's
                digits
           tap       tap'd
                 tap
                tap'd
               spryly
            side mine
                think

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