For Want Of A Pudding

I’ll a lozenge room

the day a gold foiler rap

a bookcase loose leav’d

 

a seaboard pitcher

a tar-pot richer aweigh

a crazy goose east

 

to the gust unbound

ashore less a vagabond

bagless and blue-lipp’d

 

 

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