Soars of Sympathy

When in the days of June,

 Eye did not see the bee,

Nor the monkey,

In the mango tree,

But I heard the voice,

That reflecting pleaded,

“Sirs and Madmans all,” it said…

“These are our worldly affairs!”

Then eyes shut eyes,

As the sugar shores,

Soaring symapathies,

Left our tongues so teid,

That our loyalties may lie,

At the bottom of sympathies shore.

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