Rhyme for a Parlour Game
To whom in summer long ago
Came the donor with the doe
Comes a doom more like my own
Red as blood and hard as stone;
Yet shall she adorned be
Whose sister's name is Poverty,
Dowering, for those who understand,
A province in my native land.
Came the donor with the doe
Comes a doom more like my own
Red as blood and hard as stone;
Yet shall she adorned be
Whose sister's name is Poverty,
Dowering, for those who understand,
A province in my native land.
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