Carry
Her hair fell thick and raven black
Down her neck, onto her back
Such a shame, what a waste
All those men who made such haste
Traveling from across the sea
To use what they could find.
Wash their hands when they are done,
Nothing to it, just for fun.
Such a shame, what a waste.
Raven hair and pretty face,
Carries water from the sea
With strength that she could find.
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