Sigh. English.

She gazed upon her beau in the
Gazebo,
The wind was winding windily
And wound around her wounds

Moreso, and so much more,
And also, all of it was all so
A surfeit, that sure fit
Where the boards themselves would surf it

And cast abroad words as broadswords,
With cars of tunes as cartoons,
In platoons, and importunes,
And all of it

Misfortunes

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