Lrsn, brute battlements of infamy cd not
nor the former planet pluto, nor those
pulchritudinous characters who scape
even usen’s reach, the plumes, nor yet
those fruits who are bred to be
of uniform size, watermelons squard
compliant papayas, I followed the norteñəs
train to train, the field populates or the field
was filled — what do they know of suffering
who eat of pineapples yearround?
& the edifices tho they enscrape the sky
were not so near as high as we
down by that ridiculous stream,
whos dappled mere the better part of me
but if we make this our last moorings
it were no burthen to me, friend
who attend yr company this day