Mornings requisite, not intent
nor fool's embellishment
file their extent!
The meaning's purpose is my rent
my Godsend ~ my content,
the herald of my calling, from God sent!
Nor tithing's hold, the need's incur,
my break for time ~ lies like a slur
until the vestige, now impure ~
My hands recycle ~ merit stir . . .
Invent, Invent ~ the broadcast is the cure,
I am the willing donor ~ driving spur!
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