Tender Buttons [Eggs]

Kind height, kind in the right stomach with a little sudden mill.

Cunning shawl, cunning shawl to be steady.

In white in white handkerchiefs with little dots in a white belt all shadows are singular they are singular and procured and relieved.

No that is not the cows shame and a precocious sound, it is a bite.

Cut up alone the paved way which is harm. Harm is old boat and a likely dash.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem

“Tender Buttons [Eggs]” was published in Tender Buttons (Claire Marie, 1914).