They say..
the hunter dignified
left the town
and them mystified
so long unacquainted
to heartbreaks t
hey had grown too vain
their fabric fake
now in the face
of misery
reeling from the
dreary mystery
they took to weeping
blaming hevens
and gradually
it dawned on them
so long they had prided
looks alone
jeered countenances
except their own
and now pale thin
with willowy eyes
they looked all
but dainty and nice
and when the season
changed again
spring bloomed
they dint refrain..
played with the girls
on the streets and plains
enjoyed the glee
and enjoyed the rains
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