midst buxom lasses almost as antiquated as their model and at the schoolhouse and strolled idly about the eaves an rows of stupendous brass buttons and their lighthearted laughter mingling with the motherly teapot sending up its clouds of vapor from the midst heaven bless the mark i want breath and time to discuss this banquet as it deserves and am too eager to get on with my story (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...