The revamp

The woman caught the lapel

and rustled to the loitering man

his brim without complexion

within this fug

while his eyes being meekly

he budged with levity in the lucid sky

the crates under the willows

and the feeble dog

following by stepping

its paws in the bushed sod

the pristine tramp

embezzling the money

with a reviled fight

the culprit on one side

and the scapegoat on the other

the facsimile of detractors

creating aversion

a lull reaped

and a revamp becoming outmoded straight

the paupers hankering

ingrained in belligerent acts

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