The
chambermaid, as usual, made ready
The
bedroom for her mistress and master
When
the master’s eyes fell upon her shoulders,
That
the mistress took note of the least.
Without
any fuss, saw the mistress
The
master lays his hand upon the shoulder
Of
the maid. No rage, no jealousy.
She,
the straying, rather felt relieved.
07.02.2003

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