Look to Your Laurels, Oh Ye Mighty Radcliffe Women
There was a sword, tempered and straight,
And she would hang it at a man's side,
And be a gallant friend.
But he wanted a softly feathered dove
To flutter and lie
In the shielding hollow
Of his two hands.
--The Radcliffe News.
(Ed. note: Shoot the stuff to me, fluff.)
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