Avec Merciy Mother
From her perch of beauty posing lofty, Sustained upon the plaudits of the crowd, She praises all who kneel and whispers softly, “A genuflection's better with head bowed.” Among the mass of people who adore her A solitary figure holds her eyes. His salty tears invoke her sweet reaction, “He's so much like his daddy when he cries.”
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