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Thomas Jefferson’s Reply

I had my passion, my delight and me
To blend the union: fast, unfading, yet
Of doubtful glory. Willing to stand up
To daggers in the savage king's eyes and	
Refuse submission to his sharp bare sword,
So well known to swathe the free natives red.
Let me sate your inquiry, as I know.
I tried my best to seek wise counsel and
Read leaves while I sipped tea with the statesmen.
I channeled my thoughts through my pen for then
And future generations, but shunned speech.
Resort to caustic language was although
There even then, but no one crossed the line.
Republic is a river, each drop moves
The other thus charts the course and carves banks
While conquers fissures and it shines rough stones.
Emerging puddles often clamor to
Gain access but may languish in earth’s crust.
Therein lies the charge of sage leader to
Corral the feral thinking and beliefs.
Remember, democratic rule counts heads
Which adds to total richness of content.
It takes a circle to uphold the pole
Atop the crest of democratic climb.
Thus the need for each and all to pitch in.
Spare me from smear of gossip on my tomb–
Though my components have now ceased to be   
My thoughts are sprinkled in the pixie dust.
And I have left my writings on shared rack.
Search the shelves and you shall find all you seek.

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