James Peranteau Poet Epitaph

capture'd i

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           forward
mine right timberland'z
             boot
              left
           thump
      thump

           flump
   mine exhausted
  'pon her painter'z 
           stool

   her purty come'd
       next mine
             to 
   adjust her muse
    she steps back
    she decides not
        she slaps
        she slidez
  her oil'd sable 'pon 
       the canvas 
          forever 
               i 
            hern 
            spark
            spur
            whim

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