Her Gentle Flaws
English Rondeau
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6-2-13 v1
Her gentle flaws do not conspire.
Because I say they inspire.
Not as claws scare muslin. Nor with
Haunted shaws share kin nor kith.
These saws sing in no mean choir.
Flaw is an awful name. Pyre,
Rickshaw, jackdaw of desire.
Delicious slaws of awesome pith,
Her gentle flaws.
A mob of fryers in the fryer,
All in crackly brown attire;
In each crevice oil goeth
And herewith flavor, flesh, and myth
Arise. Applause! And admire
Her gentle flaws.
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