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His Indulgence You Sang

a random text poem

By Randy BakerPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Certainly, elsewhere, six-hearted husband,

securing occasion, remember daughter replying

held that, his own, strangers to propriety.

She, seven has, who perceive judgment.

We hope zealously, unwilling that her place

ever set. Roused, you returned, ready.

Years drift on, dependent, suffering.

Sufficient, yet vanity. Rapturous, therefore,

the ever-hastened pleasant surprise.

Brother, he, yet warmly marked wrong.

Shall one guest denote now?

Rank boy, now off into curiosity,

perfectly busy. Certainly, soon gone,

unaffected, his indulgence you sang.

Parlors visited. Explain his offense.

Equally bred, of cheerful husbands, two.

Polite in regard, ashamed to suppose.

Exquisite, perfectly waiting concerns –

father, mother – change all projection.

Insatiable, he entreaties wife, lady,

half-wish felt stronger, ecstatic.

Besides you, no favorable, reasonably melancholy

views ask what kept our announcing.

Sufficient, ever new, meant to learn,

vexed, he continued. Suspicion.

Brother, early as no limits,

either praise in justice or,

away, sigh here upon.

Acuteness you forfeited,

ignorant of her marriage laughter.

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Randy Baker

Poet, author, essayist.

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    Written by Randy Baker