Spread thy wings to disavow...
Did'st not tell thee, misspelled, e'now.
Written plunder, yacked at thee...
Bent well sorrow'd, bent to knee'd.
Happly read of thee, to thee'd.
Well the moral of one told...
No more scolding, not, no bold.
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