The elegance of the orchard
The nobility of the garden
The togs of the Whorl
The design of the doggerel
There you are on your shrine
dwell the pride of your vine
I thought one day that you'd be mine
But that dusk you weren't on the twine
Beneath you lie withered and tithered
Separated and cauterized
Really did you look turgid and scald
I reminisce the days you apprehend
with my heart you had carressed .
The nobility of the garden
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| Beneath you lie withered and tithered... |
The design of the doggerel
There you are on your shrine
dwell the pride of your vine
I thought one day that you'd be mine
But that dusk you weren't on the twine
Beneath you lie withered and tithered
Separated and cauterized
Really did you look turgid and scald
I reminisce the days you apprehend
with my heart you had carressed .
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