I look to the Cosmic lore,
that increase in an amazing invested pour,
the Outer Banks to Well Rode tanks,
a field of shine is pride.
The random follow in posts that swallow,
looking for the lettered dish invite,
grapple to the facts of what will advise,
life is shown not boned.
To lick the wiped out trough,
the bucket pails the spot,
to sprinkle seeds that can only be,
within the firm of thought.
To stand for strength a lifting spree,
countless riddles written vittles,
read for more than tokes,
the leave is stroke for spoke.
That Wheel in Time spins to find,
no verse has mint to spear,
theirs tips to poison lips to instill just fear.
Futures came in Past a shame,
the bearings compass life,
in what Stars go to ever take,
that Snow won't roll to make.
Spreading thin to clear the trim,
modeled hedged to jump,
the horse not shown will be a tone,
a nickering at X.
Halting to salute the Test,
Creation asks Evolution best,
the growth of Mountainous Rest,
the richness remains the digs are swept.
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