A pretense
I wear on my dress:
Posing Raymond coat,
Drooling salivary tie, that
Dribble down the ovule
Seedling and tinkling
My pair of shining shoes
To knot, I
Buckle my shoes;
So much is there to accrue
Down the boulevard
An open space to concourse, and
A secure drive, down
The flab of facade;
Ah, the Pretense!
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