Pleas of a Gentile

In the annex, danced an echo enchanting

I stood long amiss of it’s harrowing kiss

The others beckoning let us go to reckoning

My fringe got caught in the door jamb of thought

It might have seemed fickle that I was so tickled

Thrust over the tall in splendor did fall

I’d never smile again for the same gentile.

 

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