At Variance Poem by Ellis Parker Butler

At Variance

Rating: 2.9


When with me the play she goes,
I much admire the buds and bows
And all that on Kate’s headgear grows.
But when some other night I see
That hat between the stage and me,
My taste and Kate’s do not agree.

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Ellis Parker Butler

Ellis Parker Butler

Muscatine / Iowa / United States
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