*** OLD FAITHFUL MISSY ****
Forlorn scents live in my heart
Even as my quill trek miles
Away from her but not apart
Yearn I for her, e'en as my purse smiles.
Mercy me! My Missy misses me
Her wails are echoed in my sob
Many mute merchants voices I be
That Paul may live, Peter I rob.
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