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Divine Fountain

In a brightening morn, not of terror, There, thought ran, not of error; Thought from heaven, it tosses, And with charming path it crosses. Trod over lawn to bower, Experiencing the sun without shower; Bent down and sat, Yonder, experienced a guat But forgot, with recollection recalling all No more, the stinks of guat to own For my thoughts made an incline To teachers; my shrine. From them I suck wine But all which is of divine; Divine that shattered doom And all round scattered with boom. I enjoy rivulet from mountain For it is divine fountain; I drink glossy dale; All over with freshly gale. To you I won't make even single sheer, For you are so dear; The fountain;to have older of wine With it, all to be divine And I make draughts for zest Thanks,you led to acme without rest.

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Date: 6/23/2019 11:52:00 AM
Lovely, imaginative. I really enjoyed it.
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Date: 6/23/2019 12:56:00 PM
Thank you!