Myriads of
friendlinesses –
each
inimitably fine –
came up in
their friendly messes –
sat with me
today to dine
on beleaguered
watercresses
steamed in Abercrombie
wine –
modeled all their
gingham dresses,
crooning ditties
to align
with whatever
goddess blesses
such strange happiness as mine. .
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