"Poppy orange, pollen yellow bounce about
Beside my table, bending, bent, scoop up the babes
Browned, begging-to-be-unbound breasts all but roll out
Here golden baubles rule toward, terminate in a balmy bin
Just south the eyes that stare at the tangled painter's pelt
The King of Brute's bruised & gilded champion's belt"
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