A Mater of Mine
A. Mater of Mine
said Water to Wine
is a dated riddle...
The founders who are fathers
made a matter of time
so Mother buttered embers
in bated rhymes...
" they're bread for this "
and a baker's dozen
" their trowel are for Pi "
and the purse in their apron...
are the tools.
The nature of my Other
saw the bother of rules...
so I found more than one
of the pendulum jewels
and while Ashlar perfect
are a rough square to cube
the labor of my love
saw through to a truth...
" the point ...
is to multiply "
said a Cedar to the sky
so on the level up...
I squared my guise
with 24 carrots
and some all-seeing eYes
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