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Orbits of Glory
Beauty steeps in its own saucy aether
mysterious to all but the Muse.
It wafts about as décor to wreathe her
and it serves to amaze and confuse.
If effort is made of both wit and grace
some clearing may be made through the haze
and reward is had by seeing her face
and the honed thought her fine look conveys!
In her domain we find spheres of greatness,
and the orbits of glory they drift in...
and such sights suffer no sad abateness
from the poet residing in Sifton!
Oh, it's a humble suburb, quite boring...
until midnight gets her glory soaring!
mysterious to all but the Muse.
It wafts about as décor to wreathe her
and it serves to amaze and confuse.
If effort is made of both wit and grace
some clearing may be made through the haze
and reward is had by seeing her face
and the honed thought her fine look conveys!
In her domain we find spheres of greatness,
and the orbits of glory they drift in...
and such sights suffer no sad abateness
from the poet residing in Sifton!
Oh, it's a humble suburb, quite boring...
until midnight gets her glory soaring!
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