The broken tree

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Hasty nymph, of the crying three,
Jester this pining animosity,
Quirks and cramps, in mazy motion,
Twitching nod at crazy commotion.
And though bold, as a rabbit dwell,
Rounds his tail, at amber hell,
Sport that wrinkled care derides,
Love to live, when love subsides,
Blind allegro on Popsicle toes,
When she falls, none can know,
But, Drink to meet ones madness,
Glassy eyes cry painful gladness,
Pray her passions sweeping bleat,
Can mend her trees fantastic feet.
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