Her Presents
Imperfection love scorn, tented, virtue a loose,
Sound board of like if to know of her will is that shackle
A like warm of a Feather tie of a shoe of her might
What make things
So new virtue you
The first walk of the day as one sitting at a desk is
Jealousy more then a catch
Morning of master of day could
One put there live in there hands
Pass the note education the wick it well
train ride into heaven Perspiration to hardness the weather
what is in between the sky that lies between you and I
Is it work or just completion lies.
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