Found where the fires of laughter lurk;
Played with her hair, tangled and matted ;
Fell over strict nice conduct’s brink,
Gave all she would, and something more.
She was an honest little thing,
Gave of her best, asked no response.
What more could Heaven’s immortal king
Censed with innumerous orisons?
So, by that grace, I recognized
A something somewhere to be prized
Somewhat. What portress studies song?
My worthy concierge was wrong.
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