Flying through a parade
On two-step whiles
Trounced in love, not honour.
Crisp Scottish cotton
Braided verdant bullion;
A spectacle, bound to flourish
On wind and wire, wrought
Unfurling. Parading two-step heat,
Shamed by the brilliance of twisting.
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