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Invent

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!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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