Ode, For My Best Friend

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I figuratively crawl from a goat skin yurt

To allow the sun’s rays to bathe over my real (or unoccupied) hurt

And you, dear lady, with soul’s grace and alluring beauty so fair

To Venus and Apollon one may turn

And your regal bearing and quiet wisdom allude

Some fabulous powerful airs as to a lady judge!

Yet this is in no manner why my heart’s humours turn to sludge

No – this is the reason indifferent season when some turn their faces away

In the name of “good propriety”

You, for no apparent reason,
Shower great kindness on me.

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