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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I give all To one who owns all: My Joy and Hope, Strife and pain, all do i loan to him to bear them on his wing, Soaring through the claws of the cloud, Barging through, Hailing the wind by her name: que que, que que que que que He says, magneting to himself the voice of the wailing cloud, Making it Ooze sweat as If scolded by the sun. Measuring the path of the firmament. Treading the path of the dark Vague maiden sitting Opposite the vast Universe. On his way, He meets the persian Prince whom at His word flee like a bewitched leopard. Nothing stays him for his word rinse the dirt staining the mood of the orb. Bearing farther, He met himself laying my complaint before himself. Then a package given in return, Packaging Confining Adjusting Replac ing, Removing Adding on Bringing it Closer and closer, To sooth my matter, heal my wound, Bless my heart, Cream my skin, Take my case, Make me praise, Mending my sole, Prune my grapes, Feed my eyes, Bless my life Returning is he, Nothing to hold him Back. The Oppositions are now in Dispositions. The atmosphere blows strange, all air dressed range. Success Shuddering Towards my path. Joy returning with the climate: The couple flowing, Glowing, taking with themselves all that can serve me right. The Joy hastening towards me, waves around her, weighing her out of Balance. Almost to the margin, To set her feet she staggers, Almost to fall, I: Mouth agape. Will my Joy be stayed? : Hatred behind her, Striving to have her pulled down, Like a weak wall. Almost falling Is he, crawling now. Hatred: almost catched up. But woah! A greater wave, Stubborn than the former, crippled the former, had her own a wheel chair. And now whuuuh! Crossed the margin, Yea my Joy, Bore by my king. Welcomed home. 18: 01: 15: 14: 56
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