CANTO VIII - Love in Market Square
The government should always protect the natural liberty of the
buyer to buy, and of the seller to sell.
Anne-Robert-Jacques Turgot (statesman, 1727-1781)
The Turgot Collection (book)
Cloth then thread for stools or pots tinted red
Tools, rocks, or wicks, instead of sticks or wire
Diggers to hire, or blades to spade dirt or mire
(Eyes and soul afire by sun as he admires afar
Her passion curved, and scared by affair past
Two last to market, fast to target others woes)
Perhaps photos of glamor stars, staged, paged
Or linen folded then laid, or strange marmalade
The exchange at arcades, or ribbons for braids
(Amid the hagglers and browsing stragglers
Twain romancers recoiled, by old fears foiled
O the tears spoiled `hind sepulchral shrouds)
Cuisine made to deliver, or by suited servers
Rare and slathered o'er the crowded blather
Or done on platter burnished, later garnished
(Ah pearls in parallels by barters' civil anarchy
Liken the twin martyrs per passion's pantarchy
All rule, thus no rule by few or most solely)
Unsung requiem, or vines strung in solarium
Maybe bricks to layer withal mortar by labor
Or sprayer, plow, and hoe, for moist furrows
(He ascends and then, she descends within
Her queer premonition, yet his solicitation
Kindly aligned to the mutual apprehension)
Incline to line of swine `low auction signs
Or to wine and dine at cafe by market square
Rather, an open-air stable of colts and mares
(Casting their cares, beyond booths and fair
Hence a libidinous laissez faire of avid flair
As love inflames their election unashamed)
Two mats for three hats or an ornamental cane
No lost or pain, per accord and patronage fain
Ergo the gain mutually upon economy's liberty
The government should always protect the natural liberty of the
buyer to buy, and of the seller to sell.
Anne-Robert-Jacques Turgot (statesman, 1727-1781)
The Turgot Collection (book)
Cloth then thread for stools or pots tinted red
Tools, rocks, or wicks, instead of sticks or wire
Diggers to hire, or blades to spade dirt or mire
(Eyes and soul afire by sun as he admires afar
Her passion curved, and scared by affair past
Two last to market, fast to target others woes)
Perhaps photos of glamor stars, staged, paged
Or linen folded then laid, or strange marmalade
The exchange at arcades, or ribbons for braids
(Amid the hagglers and browsing stragglers
Twain romancers recoiled, by old fears foiled
O the tears spoiled `hind sepulchral shrouds)
Cuisine made to deliver, or by suited servers
Rare and slathered o'er the crowded blather
Or done on platter burnished, later garnished
(Ah pearls in parallels by barters' civil anarchy
Liken the twin martyrs per passion's pantarchy
All rule, thus no rule by few or most solely)
Unsung requiem, or vines strung in solarium
Maybe bricks to layer withal mortar by labor
Or sprayer, plow, and hoe, for moist furrows
(He ascends and then, she descends within
Her queer premonition, yet his solicitation
Kindly aligned to the mutual apprehension)
Incline to line of swine `low auction signs
Or to wine and dine at cafe by market square
Rather, an open-air stable of colts and mares
(Casting their cares, beyond booths and fair
Hence a libidinous laissez faire of avid flair
As love inflames their election unashamed)
Two mats for three hats or an ornamental cane
No lost or pain, per accord and patronage fain
Ergo the gain mutually upon economy's liberty
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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
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