The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
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I’ve known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
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Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.
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4 comments:
La-La, La-La, La-la, La-La, La-La, La-Ti-Da...
Hey Annony,
You're missing one "La"...
Van
I'm pretty sure it starts with a Sha-la-la.
You guys are messin' with me. You are going to force me into a trip to Starbucks if you don't quit.
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