Sunday, December 11, 2011

Where have all the young maids gone?

Rich butter and cream dressed in crystal
Belie eight kept maids, kerchiefs to flanks

Hands warm teats o'er steaming shackled pails
The tangs of crisscrossing streams in tin
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  1. BrianDecember 11, 2011 at 5:43 AM

    Subtle, tragic commentary here, but it's just a song, right?

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  2. Kay TracyDecember 11, 2011 at 10:35 PM

    "I ain't no fortunate one..."

    And yet, I am.

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