Labor

That grinding fallacy of stay thee nearby once, now gone astray. In spectrum numbering, narrowed gray resolve considerations way! And so remorse, my severance pay does fill my soul - and every day. This labor lost, love's own heresay has felt its cost from disarray! Dissention's volley floods distaff, arraignment lone still merits quaff, as negative impulse ignorance laughs demeaning's lumbering true ranks half. And so my love, labor's behalf in justice scroll, while thee try last!