Betty bouncer
Betty Bouncer
Hip the top of hoofAll that was heard was school
No will of hope to laugh
Call them that see and dwell
Here is her old lady today
So sleek and frenzy she gaze
Of winter tone and grass
No forty wrinkled her face
She called me her nephew
On that name of
Birth from different sun
Still shines on same soil
I hid my name
Far from the reach of lids
Far from the blazing fire
Far from man's knowledge
She sought the pen of fame
And call her sight to seek
The stolen joy of name
And formal stage alike
Then my memory lost the sight
Of Betty fist and all
I gave the scroll away
And met the Forte of life
Frenzy was her gaze
Docile and prudent that says
Until the first eve
I made that call
And the old lady be no more.
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