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CARRYING ANGELA
Leaving our lodging, I have for a task
The prettiest, surely, an idler could ask—
Carrying Angela down to the beach,
A bundle of prattle, and soft as a peach.
The prettiest, surely, an idler could ask—
Carrying Angela down to the beach,
A bundle of prattle, and soft as a peach.
Lazily watching the children, I find
Content for my heart and refreshment of mind,
Making a door in a sandy abode,
Or draining a ditch, or devising a road.
Content for my heart and refreshment of mind,
Making a door in a sandy abode,
Or draining a ditch, or devising a road.
Home then to dinner all laden with shells,
With curious pebbles and flowering bells;
Angela rides me, a mistress most fair,
Her heels at my chest and her fist in my hair.
With curious pebbles and flowering bells;
Angela rides me, a mistress most fair,
Her heels at my chest and her fist in my hair.
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