My River Thames
The place where your butterflies flitter
free in the meadow,
licking the ambulant stream,
the dew from life's vessels,
perspirant milk of purity honey-
Bursting from out of the seams.
The shine of the little fluttering-Bearcat,
pillar of change,
for seasons changelings stage buttering.;
In that; constant, source of inspirationing,
constantly in ironys schemes.
Vacation on vocational vexillology,
Vocation-vacationing
in the spring.
I hope you always find yourself a wonder-pleasuring.
A pleasure in-wondering at home in the free of bond.
But never in singularity.
Never reeling, never changing.
Always becoming to the laeity of the des-parity.
A Carrier to Carry-On.
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