Using cues purloined
From an island of ferns
Boars elms buzzards
Satisfying to waver
Hatless before the unkempt
Throngs, a simple cup
Of almonds shaking in the heavy
Wind, there is a man from this
Island who self-expired
Into a dizzy of chords, but
Don’t you know that
Only seemed to make things worse
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