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O Countess Gudel of Gudelfeld,
Because you have money the world has knelt.
In your gilded coach and four.
The court levee in store,
You drive to the castle, bright
With many a waxen light.
Up the marble stairs you wind,
Your rustling train behind,
And the gorgeous lackeys standing
In rows upon the landing
Shout: " Madame la Comtesse de Gudelfeld! "
Proudly, your fan in your hand,
You stroll through the cha......
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Last rays of wicked flickering candlelight
even to this present day
(October 4th, 2023)
lxiv anniversaries marking birth
emotions of ambivalence self directed at me,
and family of origin diatribes still career,
within psyche of Matthew Scott Harris -
less plain as day when prominent dearth
of attentiveness, compassion, empathy,
et cetera totally absent
without leave, and dear
father, (who art thou in heaven yet,
or the cl...
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