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Monday, December 3, 2018

As Santurs Skirl

As santurs skirl, 
one chap (no churl)
dons skirts of pearl;
tight folds, unfurling,
form a curl;
he twirls, they swirl.
If me, I’d hurl;
but dervish, whirling,
gets the girl.

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