She.....
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She is selling shingles,
singly on the sea-shore!
Poverty-stricken, poor,
pauper and penniless.
Tittle-tattle turns
round like a ring
around anything
she simply earns.
Whirling of whim
turns timid a toy.
Pure-pearl plays no ploy.
This holiness horrors him.
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