Depraved and fit
Shift away to make time all lit
So gazing I sit
In spite of it.
Thank you gorgeous sun
for what's done
the soul of the whole run
It's been a whirl
But now there's this girl
A tumbleweed, all furled
Sewn with ebony curls
And I rather think it's fun
Thinking she's the only one.
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