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A chariot for Harriet
Destination unknown for her trip
Unfortunate it is only a proverbial ride
Too many details am I forced to skip
Such as who's Harriet and why not a ship
if you knew the first the second would abide
Destination unknown for her trip
Still all the premises don't touch the lip
You're left to questions remaining aside
For too many details am I forced to skip
If Harriet is punishment I'll take a whip
If she's shame then I have no pride
Destination unknown for her trip
No she's like a fine wine I'd slowly sip
Her body a castle, her soul, the queen inside
Too many details am I forced to skip
From my mind to yours these words slip
Nothing about Harriet am I able to hide
Destination unknown for her trip
Way too many details am I forced to skip
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