Unearth my old crockery…
You're like a little Bermuda.
Fix all your beauty chastely,
A Willow pattern broke China.
Pull yourself back together
My silkworm white - caterpillar.
Let your blood now cocoon
Turn here lucid as the moon.
And dazzle in all our eyes
With your first real dance
So unrehearsed in the sky - my -
Paisley coloured happenstance.
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