Style No. 79: Ode

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O donkey in thine glory! As you scour the dust for hearty snacks, a frisson of happiness quivers through my very soul.

O donkey in thine glory! As you scour the dust for hearty snacks, a frisson of happiness quivers through my very soul.

O orange miracle!

In your majesty,

You’ve placed a near spherical

Whistle in the hands of he

Who is a young boy.

And he bloweth sounds

of fine joy,

and profound

thoughts charm

his unbound

mind as an arm

wrapped around

him connects to a look

at the distant crowd.

O friendship in thine splendour!

O nervous ladies with their secrets!

Let us watch them glide

past and not forget

The delicate way their shawls hide

Concealed objects.

And to strange men behind,

Let us genuflect

And revere their knowing minds

And how our hearts shook

With life to see that opposite look.

 

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