Adrift
Increase this peace, Entreat this thrift,
Enstill this milf, Reveal this ease,
Release this miss, Never refute this
pen, Eighteen cornseeds eaten by the
hen, Instilled by our zen, Those
seventh heights well learned, These
salient words very well earned; Selah.
The Sage
Copyright © Anthony Edmond | Year Posted 2012
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