right after ladies' school she went raging through
the landscape
a trembling paper lampshade pressed with flowers
and came upon a wizened gentleman wearing just
bells
lolling involuntarily across the boards of an oxcart
a wintry spell was giving in to blasts of clover and
farts
he and the hideous dog lurched forward in the turf
she stood looking after them and even in the setting
sun
it seemed they'd never drop below the sharp horizon
[traditional]
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