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My Sweet and Precious Friend

My day, my bliss This hangman is asleep If only Wednesday came anew A splitting grandeur On island lines A will for fortune’s done More to the embassy A fright for brethren love No way in, But a boxcar And men went screaming were they new An upper sound past the flourish Tomorrow’s stolen boy Afraid of the attic And seeking her shoes But life into the net Epistles in joy- Frankenstein with Supposing wardom come I am chat in a spallow- And paper day Adjusting one hen and six loaves A funny day it were Houses of good and get A universe On pine