LXV. Feet of Morey Clay and Brass
Since brass metallica, nor stoned people, nor earthen footwear of the Hollands, nor boundless sea shores
But sad morelity o'ersways limits of they foot power,
How with these rags upon mye feet shall boots hold a pea,
Whose powdered action is no stronger than mye violet flower?
O, how shall winters honey potted hold out
Against the wrackful siege of battering dams,
When rocks impregnable are not so scuffing booties near mye morey clay feet,
Nor breath of halitosis so strong, but Time decays the sore between mye toes?
O fearful medication! where, alack, is the bottle of mye pills
Shall arms best length jeweled from arms in chest lay folded?
Or what slipping oil can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of toenail clippings can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might, at last
That in black ink my love may still shine bright
But sad morelity o'ersways limits of they foot power,
How with these rags upon mye feet shall boots hold a pea,
Whose powdered action is no stronger than mye violet flower?
O, how shall winters honey potted hold out
Against the wrackful siege of battering dams,
When rocks impregnable are not so scuffing booties near mye morey clay feet,
Nor breath of halitosis so strong, but Time decays the sore between mye toes?
O fearful medication! where, alack, is the bottle of mye pills
Shall arms best length jeweled from arms in chest lay folded?
Or what slipping oil can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of toenail clippings can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might, at last
That in black ink my love may still shine bright
as these mye feet of morey clay and brass.
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