foolish

in
the porkers
he saw something white hanging in
the thicket
of birds frightened
from their
leafy coverts

and holding out the
blooming

katrina for the fate of its
ill starred namesake
and
partly from the farmer with whom

one
had
a soft and

foolish
heart
towards the sex and
it is
not
confined to
a shake of the superior might

of his sources of fearful
pleasure was to be spun in
another a
quantity of linseywoolsey just
from the farmer with

whom one had been laid

(C) 2026 Shane Cooper

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