If the Poets Had Feared the Advertisers
Hear the sledges with the bells,
Bells fashioned of a well-known metal.
Up from the meadows rich with a prominent kind of grain,
Clear in the cool September morn.
The clustered spires of a small Southern town stand,
Green walled by the hills of a famous state below Mason and Dixon's line.
When as in a certain textile fabric my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her feminine apparel.
Bells fashioned of a well-known metal.
Up from the meadows rich with a prominent kind of grain,
Clear in the cool September morn.
The clustered spires of a small Southern town stand,
Green walled by the hills of a famous state below Mason and Dixon's line.
When as in a certain textile fabric my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her feminine apparel.
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