Trust not too much in whiteness as a symbol
for who can tell when foulness frames the bridal gown
or when smirched mind hides behind laundered wimple?
As for th' untrammelled snows, so beautiful,
likely they're scheming how they might remove your toes,
perhaps even peck off your precious nose.
Consider now the Egret how pure and innocent she seems,
dropping on angel wings from a heavenly sky
to stab to death every last thing that moves beneath her bright eye.
Next : Immense Shoals of Mackerel!
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