There are no right ones married to wrong ones here.
Anyone right has got to be right everywhere.
All of the lonely are either neurotic, or true.
Back on the curb there! you with the funny shoes.
All of you sorrowing:–get to a nunnery.
The bright sun breaks on the beautiful forms and hair.
Their dollars shout as real as their virtues are.
Nothing flaws them; the whole of their universe rings;
A silvery gleam sprouts from their silvery songs.
All of you sorrowing:-get to a nunnery.
Always the strong ones thrive wherever they live,
Digesting food for life and looks for love.
See them speed in gleaming automobiles
Tossing their glances out like banana peels.
All of you sorrowing:-get to a nunnery.
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