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Shorn Disguise

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Naked I ran through the fields
Bare of criticisms and scolds

Queens and scholars laughed and jaunted
Pegging me as a lunatic and rotten

Yet, daisies danced and puddles swirled
I lay eyes on the beauty in the world

Children skipped and angles flew
Because they saw the beauty of me too

The critics were enthralled and soon took off their care
And we all loped through the field bare



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