A Bold Devotion from a Humble Ignoramus
girls, when they are young, wear worm spun hair
and have clean fingernails- pink, like seashells.
their laughter, as weightless and as idle as a doily
chimes from the belfry of bliss-believers
making winter into sunday, sawdust into potpourri,
and they are all as pretty as smoke
when they
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