Alice swang in the hammock
Trotter ran across the lawn
carrying a dead partridge
Everybody laughed
I put aside my Heine
to ask if you would
help pick Dog- Violets
down in Cable Woods
From inside your hankichef
you brought out a Nectarine
Alice broke the fruit in two fleshy halves
and offered one to Christopher
(can I arrange this so she is an instinctive nihilist and he has hair that smells of wild thyme?)
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