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psalm to for dee three

i lured in a sleep-bard
i shelved his wand
he read to me, pills, water--
slipped me some keen disaster
then ignored me, bold.
he believed me, then read the riot act.
it was a clam bake.
yet when i balked at his folly, the swell of his chest
he cheered me, the weevil.
so bow out quickly:
thy potions, this wrath affront me.

i repaired to mable's before three
and made presents of anemones.
i appointed old fred to toil
--the company's slowest.
burley, goodness he's earthy, and swallows feed
all the way from the house.
and i feel swell, though the louse is a bore forever