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The threewomen / who all walked / In / the same dress / And it had falling ferns on it / Skipped parallel / To the progress / Of Giovanni Franchi / Giovanni Franchi's wrists flicked / Flickeringly as he flacked them / His wrists explained things / Infectiously / by way of his adolescence / His adolescence was all there was of him / Whatever was left was rather awkward / His adolescence tuned to the tops of trees / Descended to the fallacious nobility / Of his first pair of trousers / They were tubular / flapped friezily / The colour of coppered mustard / What matter / Were they not the first / No others could ever be the first again / The ferns on the flounces of the threewomen / Began fading as she thought of it / Tea-table problems for insane asylums / Are démodé
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