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Groomed gossips aggravate my scoping gaze
My shirt sleeves ask for her mild tidying yank
At kindnesses my brain is prone to blank
My smitten searching eyes on her need laze
If her red locks are worn iron straight or lank
I keep my eyes at tangent else Id craze
My guardian angel is the guide to thank
My love looks through me does a docile daze
But truth retires Im still Pips captive man
My heart enthuses those but simplest things
She pours a pot of tea with plumb elan
Her muscle free arms strong as metal springs
Her eyes unbatted pass as beauty viewed
Id view Pips back half hours not reading rude
Chorus viewed observed peered