THE SHEER IGNORANCE THAT BETTER LOVE EXISTING
I cried,
No meed!
Am afraid you don't discover it dead
Though you seems sorry to cross the threshold
To your conveniency
The uncultured tale you fancy
I want you to tell me my way
No one else would make this gay
As you fanfare it
Compels no birth to your credit
More rash journey on the hills
Left me no choice a guide
Rather wanders oath my tide
The gut wrenching grip of your ambivalence
Be set, kings will announce your stay
To which your doubt shall clouds peace
And wonder your mouth ever house may
Freezing the giantness of you pills
But while you still wonder on high
Doubting your place in my heart, I fly!
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