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One November Woman

In Orionโ€™s consternation,
A violet attendance
Brilliant affection for the moon
And for her
Jumping the sky
Highly bound
And especially keeping
Moses for his heart
Being barren
I was missing from the sky
The Woman knew
And stars surrounded her,
By ten
And by fifteen
At layers of rest,
we were found in the desert
For a few special ways
To remember the monument;
The pyramid
And its water
To remain

In Lorne
And specious wonder
There were errands to be found
And remembering that night
An appeal, for a dream

And in sullen, Christian wonder
Was a cross
For all Egypt
And expanding Eritrea
Found the layman-
to be good
Expressing his homeness
For a rapture
In the sky

Fortune favouring water
But not much perchance
To this wisdom
It is one woman-
with a jug
That is wonder-
of the World