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Awe the Meadow of Night in the brights of the shadows such History to believe in an Egg shell,

the cracking ought the sky to earth of the Joy in Habits of dance with the Tree in the stance,

a circle to a Line in the Infinite be Sign as the Vocals sing to the saying let it Ring.

Chance towards the Years of the B.C. in the Heard as that is the structure of so Many on the turns,

in absinthe like It green to the Fairies of the dream absolute to tangible for whom would love to sing,

vocabulary to Oral speak the drink of Honey sweets.

Asked to sleeve the Ancient relief that the World threw to the dogs and Blues,

storms remind that the Sky is full of signals like the Tornado or the Beethoven,

in Pink piano Keys with Sands on the leads rolling Oceans seas of Cove.

With boats Canoes the carvers Row an Oar to cycle with A Team,

remembering the Now as the gift to Present in the Creed of living Naturally,

accord Dance with a Waltz to be a different Scene of dignity respecting that which gives to being!!

Creation must just bust a Gut to either laugh or Cry,

with tear like Rain the hail fell with snowballs of the luck,

lusting at the mountain say a valley on the term a bull,

hard the Knows to look at Crows without the formal Gree!!

Mastery of nothing on this Planet is the foolish dunk of burial to Dust,

yet in the graveyard Fenced to gate the cobbler said the funny crate thus the Quote of ages,

people are dying to get Inn!!

A home with skate to Ice in state The Hugs of what is Missing placed for further on the Pockets rate,

in the shirt of the Skin that is body by the Tin a jingle bells with Ribbon,

tie the Yellow scent to Oak is the branch of Older folk a Star or is in the Candle.

The Nursery lines with for showed Times touching not forget the pine in lumber whilst You sleep,

to riddle with the gem Hopping twitch is certain to be a Moby stick in bait to Switch to Sail.

As the Raise is in the Thought of the cream of Spinach,

a brussel Sprout with Spring in loud that Rush of rocks to Flash flood,

that tumble of the Tent out Talks a simple lay with Hens in came to Cock a Doodle due!!

Ware Up on the lair of Strong the dungeon Song does elevate to down the scene a Tiid,

the bit and paper that shower Sayer the diary of Tomb,

in for the shore with the arrow of the score a sound that shant go Wrong.

Helding forum to the creak Wonder where the spirit Keeps to gauge the over^loaded leaked,

sparkle the glass of sell to latch uncomfortable good by is Would the correlation leap,

shall the ankle beach the Print telling of the sort that Fates to Alarm the Sirens,

in thus the Texture stands to spake in Spoke the hub Of Wheel.