O Nan 

Pictures do not fill th’years, 

Sound knots shan’t express 2 tears,  

Joy‘n laughther-gone, returned; 

Others fears, passed onan learn: 

Yearning stiles, churning miles, 

Keyslocks lead deceptive wiles 

What is woman after all... 

Catomouse, o’ bounsin ball? 

Lots dawn, skipping yawn 

Which wayn~ow...mustdot feel drawn? 

Tutteers 

Tutt tiers 

Tu tears 

(ArtPoem) by "f"