History itself nourished,
It might’ve thus been humbled.
In her need she’s again banished
And her steered nurses, all bundled.
Seasons are overlapped famished,
All the shaft and wheat are rumpled.
Her senile stroll is beautifully enriched
And for nothing else, her maids are long rustled.
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