Triolet For a Poetess
O, sweet and beauteous poetess
Who sits and thinks and writes and plucks
Spare me nothing, with your caress
O, sweet and beauteous poetess
Please, sip my stress, with wordy lucks
That heart of mine won’t be depressed
O, sweet and beauteous poetess
Who sits and thinks and writes and plucks
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