Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 71
I do unconsciously stay
Conscious my own way
Whenever I sneeze amidst people
I wish I am alone in the steeple
One thing is been yet to be done
Another is of people's lively fun
That possibly arise
When intent despise
Nature's staged plainly quiet notion
Which sets legs in continuous motion
Call in its droplet
To be a part of it
Defined time is near
Not near but we fear
On faith to ascertainly lean back
Even though invisible is the black
Let it not just go
It has been long so
Let's make a bit more wide splash
Before flesh turns to destined ash
Truly, we know how sweet is dew
But we shouldn't mind to start anew
To sleep not
But fight hot
Not always at ease
Appealing appease
What battle of life is ever won in such?
Without feeling the best cold cry touch
My nozzle is a double barrel
Holding enough muses like Jarrel
Fighting inking clues raw
To silent possible arising time war
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