Monday, April 5, 2010

Here we died our little deaths and we were left to catch our breath so quickly lifting from our chests.

Fifteen lithesome maidens lay alone in their bowers.
Fourteen occupations paid to pass the idle hours.
Margaret heaves a sigh, her hands clasped to her thigh,
singing, "Oh, oh, the hazards of love!"

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  1. Oh, you know them?
    They're quite a favorite of mine!
    Especially as they sing of the lives of equally tragic girls named Margaret...

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  2. and there is nothing at all wrong with tragic girls named Margaret

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M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...