Oh goodness gracious, where did my Smile go
when Pluto descended on my mini
van, my children were waiting for dinner?
I hadn't yet heard of Minerva, Daphne,
or the others, so I evaded him.
I sent myself to my Mother Ser
through the Messages I left with the Nymphs.
They were octosyllabic verse libre
what can I say? Things are not Ideal
in the Underworlds, the Men are Rapists
and Lynchers, but you know that, I'm aware.
Recidivists are the most pitiable
wizards. They strike with their magic no more.
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